The River


It began with a mountain, and a long empty plain
An inspiration
Or a cycle
It began again
The grey cloudy day, the new plains of spring
The snow melted away, a new life begins
Up on the mountain, the morning’s faint rays
Can be seen from a distance, they’re shining ablaze
A new beginning, a new age
From death to life, and life to death
The sun rises slowly
The clouds become brighter
The water glistens softly
And the mountain stands watching
Everlasting, an ancestor as old as the earth itself
So many eons has it seen such sights
Yet everytime it comes, it always brings such wonder
One might call the small trickle that formed from the great titans heights a tear of bliss
Slowly weaving it’s way through it’s labyrinth of chasms and ends
Yet small as it may be, the trickle pressed on, growing gradually and quickening with every other trickle that joined
The trickle grew to a tiny stream
And from a tiny stream to a rushing creek
It grew and grew until a ledge approached
Flowing with great determination to seek an answer so far away
Flowing with absolute fortitude to find where it belongs
The creek willingly cascades off the colossal ancestor, leaving behind it’s memories and past to wind through the great valley in which we would be to call life
Plummeting with magnificent force, the creek crashes powerfully against the rocks.
Our beginning, our birth, the creek wanders aimlessly, yet still presses forth to the horizon.
Carving it’s own path through the great valley the creek still grows
It winds and turns, seeking fulfillment and meaning
Among the trees lay no answer, among the ground lays no answer
The skies are empty save the sky and clouds
It winds and turns, in search of where it is to belong
Our life, our hardships
The creek crashes through the rocks, rapidly moving among the terrace of this nameless place  
Roaring in anger and frustration
Where is the answer
Where is the meaning
Why is this so
Where is the end
Where does it belong
Why
Where
How
Ripping away at the trees
Engulfing all in it’s path
Consuming anything that stands in it’s way until finally it crashes through and floods
Calmly moving, the creek finally calms and sees what it has become
A great river slowly moving towards the sun
Great streaks of brilliant light glow against the clouds
The river approaches a wall
An ominous wall
A dead end
A wall of shadows and mystery
Our death, our end
The river surges towards the wall
It’s overlooming inevitability shadowing over the small snake of water
It charges full speed, carving through every thing, jagged rocks await
Darkness
A cavern
Opened wide and swallows the river
Into darkness
Eternal darkness
Our dreams at end, our final moments
The river slides deeply
It’s purpose unsolved, it’s meaning unknown
Perhaps it is to belong in the depths of this cavern
Darkness
Until a light approaches
… a new ledge
our after life, our new beginning
bursting into the spectacular rays of orange light the river cascades over a cliff and before it lies a mystery
a great sea
a sea so grand that the mountain would seem as a small speck in comparison
the sun slowly sets beyond the outer reaches of the sea
distant, yet warming
the river descends marvelously into the great waters, glistening and sparkling in the rays of the sun
it sinks deeply
it looks back once and sees that the answer was already there
from the moment it trickled from the peak of the mountain
to the moment it plummeted into the ocean
it had made a path
a path to where it belongs
but it was too late to go back
but the river knew
the answer would come
and for us
the answer is beyond this shadow we call death, but we can see it in this plain of life we walk upon
we are the river
the mountain the earth
the sea the stars
our birth, our beginning
our life, our hardships
our death, our end
our dreams at end, our final moments
our afterlife, our new beginning
all is a cycle, like the four seasons
spring is birth
summer our life
autumn the fading of life
and winter our final moment
but the sun returns
and spring comes back
remember we are not one river
carve your own path
believe