The River Speaks

The River Speaks....

I was not always like this
Flowing quietly and sedately.
A quilt of thin mist covering my waters
concealing my life giving pulse.
When I was young and wispy
Just a stream learning to flow
I was impetuous like a playful child
Cascading recklessly
From boulder to boulder
Not asking how or what or when
You should have seen me then.

The plains tamed and taught me
The wisdom you perceive in me.
The many miles I have traversed
Have not been futile, as you can see.

Once I saw a fire rage
Horrendous destruction unleashed
Tall oaks stood like burning effigies
A mocking hatred uncaged.
The fire burnt night and day
Leaving behind only ashes
Its arrogance uncontrolled
Inflicting deep sorrowful gashes

Unlike the fire that spread doom,
I timidly hug the low ground
Nurturing the essence of life itself,
Exploring nook and cranny of the earth's bloom
Searching and sustaining the very magic of being.
It is this life-force you perceive in me
You ask how and seek to understand.
Why then, your this anguish and sorrow ?
Unchanging you see me flow creating life and joy
I am as today, so will I be tomorrow.

~ Krishna~
29 May 2001

(Inspired by Bittersweet's "Riverside")

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