River said, “I am a River only when the banks contain me.
Or else I am just water. Unbound, formless.
I flow away,
wherever the slope is.
Free in my movement, resisting nothing,
I keep making my way. I love it.
But then, I get lost.
In the soil, in the woods, in the air;
also, I never really become one with them.
The soil, the woods, the air remain; while I disappear.
I also keep loosing my force, strength, my own clan as I keep slipping.
But I truly love it, when I flow unmindfully.
The thrill, O the thrill!
And within the banks,
I loose my free movement
Growing force, strength in myself.
And then, I reach the infinite expanse! I am told. I don’t know.
Here also, I loose myself.
But to be One.
I am not separate here, from the One, I lost myself in.
What should I do?
Follow the free movement now,
Now loose the movement,
to gain the infinite which I cannot see. Now!
What should I do? Now??”
A choice which a river mulled on
as it flowed.
Wanting to break the banks, but pondering the outcomes.