The River

is a spirit

Photo by Jason Burger on Unsplash

Peace.
Like a river
flowing quietly.
Tranquility.
Sitting beside the river
watching it flow.
The water
is indifferent to the attention.
Calm. Flow. Quiet.
Falling in whatever direction
the earth tips.
Never resisting the pull
of mother nature.
Undisturbed.

Sometimes disturbed.

By an idle log,
floating aimlessly to nowhere.
By a playful puppy,
relentlessly chasing his favourite throw toy.
By emancipated leaves,
falling from their home in the trees
softly unto the shimmering surface
of the water.

The River is a spirit.
Her essence is divine.
Her mandate is simple.
Calm.
Quiet.
Flow.
Breathe.
Peace.