The River

Upon the cosmic river,

Every life will flow;

Always moving forward,

With memories in tow.

Sometimes gentle currents,

Will cradle you in dreams;

And the raging rapids,

Will tear apart your seams.

Regardless of the pacing,

The river will stay true;

Guidance pure, divine,

Toward what is meant for you.

The lesson that is taught,

By this endless momentum;

Let go of getting caught,

By never-ending question.

Is this right?

Is this wrong?

Follies of the mind.

Our souls are being taught,

By surrendering to time.

So do not fight the river,

For in time you will see,

That all you ever needed,

Will allow itself to be.