i love tidal rivers
they have a magic all their own
things are hidden and revealed
muddied one day, squeaky clean the next
in + by the river
what is lost can be found
the whole become broken
+ the broken whole
troubles + sorrows washed away
messages entrusted to the mud + tides
faith replenished + spirits lifted
while the river mumbles + murmurs by
rising + falling
going in + drifting out
and just as it is with life
you can never step into the same river twice
oh that final picture is just magic!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for these windows + poem into the tidal rivers and mud.
ReplyDelete... and the same to be said for dye pots, as well - never the same twice, no matter what ;>]]
ReplyDeletejust lovely. i will be at the ocean tomorrow. to visit another water. be on the lookout for a bottled message, india.
ReplyDeleteDreamy post.
ReplyDeleteand there's always plenty of mud
ReplyDeleteI am enjoying these posts from my country of birth India.
ReplyDeletePrecious words and lovely photos, India!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this post. It is truly magical.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful! What a lovely post.
ReplyDeleteOnce is indeed best.
ReplyDeletewell i wouldn't want to live exactly the same life twice [the second time round i'd like to be prepped for the tricky bits and maybe work them better]
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there ARE some rivers in the long ago i would gladly step back into
in the state they were then...
Mind you, Mae West did day you only live once but once is enough if you do it properly!
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