The river knows no seasons, no emotion, only the endless cycle. Listen for the whisper of life born anew and feel peace from the river flow.
| Green sprouted though deep rich earth Mothers everywhere gave birth. Peace was again at hand And the river ran. Children played wild and carefree ‘Neath the leafed-out apple tree Heedless of the treaty ban. Still the river ran. Drying leaves began to fall, Geese flew south with mournful call. Cold discord crept through the land. Yet the river ran. Came wan winter ice and snow, Friend and brother were now foe. Clashing armies took their stand. But the river ran. Then the darkest longest night, Pale moon but a ghostly white, By a heedful few a cry was heard, A whispered voice, a hopeful word. Hope sprang forth from fountainhead Fresh air breathed life from the dead. Rose bloomed in the snowy land And still the river ran. -MW An epigram a day: The past is the infinity into which the present and the future flow. Valleys are but inverted mountains. Those dip and these rise. It is well to remember that we all live downstream. Like a river, time travels in but one direction. Change can be troubling departure, or joyful welcome or more often than not, a touch of both. Be mindful of the past, look forward to the future and savor the present. The future is born of the present and of the past. -JM | Such is Life New leaves sprout and grow, Spent leaves wither and fall. A constant becoming, A constant being. Spent leaves wither and fall, New leaves sprout and grow. Such is life! -JM Let Be Let winds blow And leaves flutter. Let streams flow And waves lap. Let swamps be And frogs croak. Let forest grow And animals live. Let children play And birds sing. Let thinkers think And doers do. Let the living live And the dying die. Let be what is And is meant to be! -JM |