The River

I sit in silence by the shore of the river.
All my years of formal education pale
in comparison to the wisdom shared
by the simple lessons offered here.

The river flows downstream, never
against herself; there is no struggle.
Though there be large boulders and
clumps of debris, she moves around
them with ease.

The riverbank supports the river,
her edges contain the waters that
rush by, sometimes a trickle, other
times raging rapids, but she remains
steadfast, ever composed and calm.

The river is alive.  Her life force is
vibrant and energetic.  The prana that
she emits is felt by all who approach;
they are immediately refreshed and
renewed by her golden aura.

She provides homes and haven to the
myriad fish, frogs, turtles, snakes that
rely on her for their sustenance.  And too
the land animals and birds look to her for
the life-giving fluid and foods that they
fish from her bountiful waters.

They all are served with equanimity.

A current of power flows along with
her waters.  It builds within itself
and bathes all who draw near with
invigorating showers of illumination.
If she ebbs or flows
it makes no difference.
She is here to give.

It is Abhra’s birthday today and he shared a beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore with us and asks what gift would we like to share:  http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/06/poetics-what-is-your-gift/

At Sherry Blue Sky’s suggestion, I’m also linking this to Poets United for their prompt on teaching or teachers:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2015/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-teacher-one.html

Posted by Bodhirose on October 6, 2015

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