Flow

Life is constantly spilling out behind us;

we look back and wonder where the time went yet know

it hasn’t really gone–the river is still full and lush; only the water is new.

 

I hold my cup and ponder:  what is lost?  what is gained?

Why cling to the banks when there is so much more to see?

 

I am the river, and the water, and the banks;

the cup and its contents; the drinker and the thirst,

the rough and the smooth, shallows and deep.

Come flow with me.

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