Cracking open the stone heart of mountains,
Gurgling with youthful force,
Young,
Virgin,
Crystal clear,
The waterfall of life
Flows gushing past all odds,
Taking along boulders, stones, rocks of resistance
Washing off all inhibitory inertia
The music,
The floor,
A loud different genre
Creating paths,
Dancing through
Making a bed
Now called river
Steady,
Yet powerful
Deep
Yet serene
Helping the oars of life
To carry on
Anchoring the tired
Resting the boats
Talking to sails
Helped by occasional winds
To move on
Meditating on the banks
Are the same crystal waters
Knowing the gush has ebbed
Flowing strongly
Yet untiringly
Journeying towards the ultimate
Sea of Love...
A destination that encompasses
The very being
Into ultimate sublimity of divine
No whirl created by a pebble throw
Is capable of distraction
The ‘dusk’ witnesses this maturity
Which the river has brought along...
