RIVER

no..no

i am

mere dust

mere dust..

the voice

insists..

stuck..

and still..

don’t cry..

child..

don’t cry..

for me child..

lips sealed

ears deaf..

eyes blind..

but something

whispers..

from within

who

i know not

says..

‘You..

were

the truth..

the river..

the gushing water

that eye

could see..

You were also..

the silent stream

flowing

just beneath..

then of course

You also were..

the flow

the force..’

for eye

You flowed..

For You..

You don’t..

You taught us

to practise stillness

in

steady movement

‘and now

that You

have given up

the visible form..

the noise..

the force..’

voice continues..

as form lies

in dust..

eye streaming..

voice continues..

‘You have

become

our Guru..

the SPACE

that contains

the truth’

The river..

Flows…

The river..

Roars..

AMME….

Sauparnike…