Thursday 22 August 2013

riverwandering

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





13 comments:

  1. oh that final picture is just magic!!

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  2. Thank you for these windows + poem into the tidal rivers and mud.

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  3. ... and the same to be said for dye pots, as well - never the same twice, no matter what ;>]]

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  4. just lovely. i will be at the ocean tomorrow. to visit another water. be on the lookout for a bottled message, india.

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  5. and there's always plenty of mud

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  6. I am enjoying these posts from my country of birth India.

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  7. Precious words and lovely photos, India!

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  8. Thank you for this post. It is truly magical.

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  9. How beautiful! What a lovely post.

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    1. well 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]
      but
      there ARE some rivers in the long ago i would gladly step back into
      in the state they were then...

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    2. Mind you, Mae West did day you only live once but once is enough if you do it properly!

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