Rumination for tonight

My love, you are a river fed by many streams.
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance patterns on your back,
Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers, sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you
and those who have pleased you
and those who have hurt you.
All those who have made you who you are.

--Starhawk, The Fifth Sacred Thing

I have all sorts of thoughts about this poem and what it means... but it's 2:30 in the morning and this kitty kitty needs to go sleep.