I approach the River of Life to cross over.
An eternal source calling in the current of my heart.
I lay my past down, tumbling rocks sing and hold still in the waves of tears that release me.
A heron stands on one leg. His proud feathers blowing north. He is taller than the cedar tree, he is brighter than the sun.
From up atop his crown of sovereignty I see a grand perfection, a design and my careful place in it.
Like a dance of falling stars I flow into a timelessness where no matter can hold a boundless stage, and I shed my light upon it’s open heart.
My light turns color into the many rays of my individuation. Like a lens, it is a key to my Seership, an organ the One Life plays.
The One Life plays like a child in the sand. Every grain of sand is potential and every grain is a pearl that holds the entirety of our Cosmos. Galaxies roll off the child’s palm from the ecstatic breath of gladness…where hope grows.
Where hope grows I am present. Where hope grows I tend to it’s everlasting garden.
Joy blossoms in this garden, along side the child’s found moments where play inspires and victory is assured!
And it is here where I approach the River of Life and sing atop our lofty thrones, piled loosely along it’s sandy edges.
Message from the River Sylphs:
“Where I am from
upside is down and downside is up.
Playing in the river is like playing in a cup,
but there are no walls. Just a steady flow of wonder.
So many travelers, so many stories to discover.
My song is a slow One. It’s guiding and comforts the weary.
Many who pass on a river cannot see so clearly.
But with fins and scales and grouping mind, they always go where Mother designed.”