Monday, January 10, 2011

When the river meets the sea ever is there turbulence across the rocks that have stood so long across the aeons. Like the river I become lost in the sea and all its greatness. I have flowed endlessly on until now and fast become enveloped in ancient wisdom. Yet it scares me and I try desperately to reverse the flow and return to the mountains where I sprung. I was a child of purity that trickled through a thousand feet of strata caressed by glacial embraces. Yet it is now all of no hope and I am carried away by currents into the depths of the secret sea. Released from ebb and flow I glance one last time to the heavens and the moonlit sea sways under a northern wind that sighs to me to beg goodbye.