Sauparnika

skipping along

the shore..

with the dancing..

waves..

we race

each other..

laughing today..

like

there is no

tomorrow

but wait..

‘where

do You go?’

mind asks

the river

In the force’s

voice

the river

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‘i go..

to the sea..

i go..

to be Me’

to the sea?

but why

..?

i hear me

ask

‘because

when i end

in the sea..

is when

i get my true

identity..

that is when

i am

called a river..

if not

i would be

a pond..

lake..or stream’

Oh..

mind ponders

then if

You don’t flow

into the sea..

will the sea too

lose its

identity

..?

‘No’

i hear

‘No..

the sea

need never

depend on

a river’

Oh..

so You yearn

for the sea..

but the sea

can exist

alone

in bliss

..?

‘Well..

that

is the tough

part..’

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the river

She quietens

the roar..

to answer

‘that

is a reasoning..

but fact

is another thing..

it is i

which can live

independent

in ignorance

of my destiny..

of my end..

but the sea

in its knowing

does not have

the bliss

of such illusion..

it yearns

it cries..

unmoving..still

it lies..

while i dance

and prance

and roar

and flow..

it waits

incomplete..

waits for me

to go

and meet

the all knowing

to make it

complete’