A River’s Mind.

Denise Adaya Marcel

The River flows through me,

I flow through the River.

I am the River.

I am the Giver

Of fecund foreverness.

Shivering, shimmering, simmering excitement;

A rushing quivering of anticipation

From an perpetually enlivened everbirthing

Of a sort unknown to mankind.

I have a River's mind.

I know about birth,

Because I renew myself every hour.

One can never stand

In the same River twice,

Nor can the River

Replicate mystical Kundalini symphonies;

Musical motion, set to liquid fire

Burns and drowns as fast as it passes.

The River is never silent,

Thoughts unfold

Though it holds onto nothing salient.

The River always offers

Newness, rarity and clarity.

Purification of majestic Destiny.

Regressed memories

Are laid to rest upon the banks;

Seeding the healing

Of the ravages of time.

The River never looks back.