By the Brook

Nature as a metaphor for life's journey. The ideas of growing as diffusion, and the joining of 'souls' into a continuum, but with a loss of identity.

Deep within woodland,

Far inland,

Rises the slightest of brooks.

It struggles there to survive.

Crawling, over mud and roots,

It has a desperate need to join with others;

To become stronger and more purposeful;

A wish, above everything, to diffuse.

For me, in my mind's eye,

There is an electrical connection

To where an estuary broadens,

Open-skied, into the sea;

To where seagulls riot amongst breakers;

To where a living heart can find its true desire.

A, more-than-imagined, salted, air

Heralds the completion of a cycle;

Signalling an end to life's difficulties.

It is a place where all consciousness

Merges to a continuum;

To anonymity without blame;

An end, in this life,

To loneliness,

And unfulfilled dreams.