Flow

Long I fought the rocks and

Roots in my path, and

The crushing weight of

Icy winter on my back. 

But after all the seasons of

Heat and drought, when

Life was but a trickle, and

Nothing would sprout, and

After all the times of plenty

When, in my neck of the woods,

No nest remained empty,

I give up the strife,

Let the mud settle, and

Flow gently where I may

Smoothing every jagged rock

Into glossy pebble.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a very interesting piece. personifying and speaking from the POV of water - something without age, but all-seeing and omnipotent. there is a Buddhist teaching that water while soft, over time, can erode a hard rock. that this is supposed to mean the Dharma is able to sink into any devotee, even if they feel unworthy. i dont know if this was your intention, but there is something emtaphysical happening in this work. it was enchanting and a beautiful read.

[Lorry]

Going with the flow can be a bruise and battering direction to take, but once you let go it can finally be the release that makes you...or breaks you.
Nice work.

[Delmar Cooper]

Yeah, got it, going with the flow here ,even though it is always downhill. thanks it works