The River I

Life is
the neverending
river that
leads to the sea, to
total absorption in
being and be, the
everliving deity who
takes us in and
cradles us in his
benign and living
watering - we
stumble on stones, we
swirl and fall,
we trickle and rush, we
carry the weight of
others with us, the
leaves of destiny's
tree - but we go
south incessantly
until we reach
the sea.
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