Flow like a river
Rivers arise as
little trickles not knowing
where they have to go.
Their path uncertain,
survival not guaranteed,
purpose unwritten.
Often rising up
from amongst mighty mountains,
daunting to criss-cross.
Yet those early bumps
provide the velocity
they need to cross land.
As they surrender
to the contours of the earth
flowing with its shape.
Cause the purpose of
their existence is writ in
to their creation.
To quench parched lands and
to irrigate the minds of
all living beings.
Just like a poet,
driven by undercurrents
that form through their flow.
Cause purpose is not
static, it reveals itself
when we surrender.
It resolves in the
confluence of cross-currents
raging within us.
Then our path finds us,
other rivers join us and
we flow majestic.
All the way until
we reach the one ocean that
surrounds all this land.
Cause its not the end
that defines a river’s life,
its the path it takes.
©️ Siva Raj, 2019
Inspired by a comment I posted on Vaishali Paliwal’s Soul & Sea Letters.
