Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The River

I see a woman or is it a little girl...She stands at the river's edge, watching life flow right by. Pushing pause, rewind, play, fast forward. Eventually, she stops pushing all the buttons, allows the river to flow on by. She knows that's best. And she watches and then decides to dip her toe in to test the water.

Should she jump into the river,

flow on down the current, alongside the gentle, moving water?

She pulls her toe back and finds a pebble, holds it in her hand ready to throw it, then stops, puts it in her pocket.

She begins to take off her clothes,

then she stands there feeling the sun on every inch of her body.

She hears the river calling to her. She walks in, squats down to meet the river, allows her body, mind, and soul to be pulled. She becomes the river.


Ryan said...

That's real cool. I'm glad the flow continued on down the river.

Rebb said...

Thanks...it's funny too the same morning I forgot that I pulled an inspiration card and it talked about not forcing things and I stuffed it back in the box not wanting to listen to it...so many seeds were planted for the flow. I love it when inspiration comes from everywhere and then sort of comes out when you least expect it. In fact I started out writing on not writing and then I saw the image and followed it.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Holy wowzers...this was incredibly deep. Seriously. Beautiful...

Rebb said...

Thanks very much, Keith. I'm glad that you enjoyed it.