The Silent River
Floating like a white bird on the water. Floating, unresisting and effortless – between the real and imagined, between what comes to me from inside and what wells up from deep down within me. Here I float without effort, unresisting on the surface of the great flowing river of life. The river is smooth – it flows so still and silently that it seems to be almost asleep and not flowing at all. Still, silent river. Flowing irresistibly, flowing inevitably, flowing irrevocably into an even fuller life, into a living peace so profound and so rich. And into it runs all my strivings and all my sorrows are taken into its stillness and peace.
By Kavi Yogiraj Mani Finger
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