Leaving the long journey behind—
The mountains, valleys, forests,
The river, with a hint of anticipation,
Hesitates at the threshold
Before entering the sea.
In the front is the ebbing tide, inviting it to come
Deeper to further the journey.
What’s out there? Where did the fragrance
Of wood and flowers go? The blinding morning sun
Rolls on waves.
It can’t go back. No one can. It can only follow
The arrow of time—the risk of disappearing
By joining the immense sea.
The river seeps into the tide,
Dissolving the fear of disappearing,
For the river becomes the sea.
8 responses to “River”
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Thanks, Nancy.
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Thanks, Nancy.
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Dissolving the fear of disappearing,
For the river becomes the sea.
Thanks, Yenna. I like this idea.
Nancy
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“Dissolving the fear of disappearing,
For the river becomes the sea.”
Thanks, Yenna. I like this idea.
Nancy
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“Dissolving the fear of disappearing,
For the river becomes the sea.”
Thanks, Yenna. I like this idea.
Nancy
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i love that we can’t go back, no one can. how true that is. nancy
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i love it, Yenna, i think it’s the best you’ve ever done. nancy
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Nice…I love the personhood of the river that you capture…not to mention the Buddhist parables…
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