I am a river
rushing unquietly among the rocks
pounding the edges away from myself
Seeking smoothness, restful curves, easy slopes
You see me
a roaring torrent, free falling
looking for a gentle place to warm myself in deep pools
or a gentle valley stream
the passion of the mountain hidden in blue-green silt
The treasures of the rocks through which I flow
glitter for hungry eyes to see
They follow my path backwards to find gold
But I'll never go there again
Too much darkness and pressure and pain
brought those glimmering sparks from the rocks
And yet my heart flows there
For I am a river, always running
Daily refreshed by tiny drops, melted from ice
Aquifers, hidden but bubbling forth
living water daily wearing down sharp stones
Always seeking the ocean
Light is a river
A rushing, invisible stream,
pouring all over beauty, form,
texture, faith
Swimming with my eyes open
I can't see above the surface of the running water
Where can I find a quiet pool
To see what lies above this stream?
6 comments:
love the imagery and the deep meaning of it; very beautiful
wonderful river biography. Keep swimming with your eyes open.
i like the vivid imagery, and thought-provoking comparison - "I am a river"
may the world beat a path to your door!
That's beautiful Rach!!! It's my favorite. Never thought of a river quite like that before!!! Very awesome! Keep up the craft.
joyful joyful
light poring over form. beautiful.
why do we force you to be your true self only in your secret public world? why can i only express my true admiration behind a mask?
you are a beautiful child, tangle
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