Sunday, January 31, 2016

Upstream and downstream

A river is the same, but only in name

Upstream and downstream, pure at the source

Salty at the finish, much changes as it swells

To it full grown size, only a few lucky drops

Witness it’s rise upstream and it’s fall downstream

The rest, swallowed up by the sun and the land

The river of thought is unrelenting, one may step in

Easily upstream, at the source, if it can be found

It’s depth increases downstream, in preparation for its meeting

With the world, the body’s too frail to swim to its depths

Perhaps why seekers are to be found high in the mountains

Where the fresh springs are drinkable, unlike the brine downstream