Thursday, 7 April 2016


Its a river,
Some wade in,  sink their feet in the mud, feel the pressure of the water rushing past their thighs and call it swimming.
Some dive in and look surprised that they are all wet.
Some, walk in, humble to the power of the water, 
realize that they are not here to tame it,  use it, 
but to open to it,
let its current wash away all that is not needed,
they bow down,
and allow the river to carry them to their new bank of awareness.