Tomorrow

‘dear child

why did

you stop?’

It is now

the river’s turn

to ask

Rooted

to a sudden

thought..

struck

by lightning..

mind tries

to recover..

tries..

to answer

Thank You

Dear river

we must

soon end

our little journey

together..

now i cannot

be slow..

onward

i must go..

Why..the hurry

child?

Don’t mind me ask

but..

any worry..child?

i hear

the river

gently enquire

‘no worry

no worry’

i hear

mind hurry

to get done..

‘but unless

i keep moving

there can be

no fulfilment

for the One..

because of who

we were

introduced

to the space

that contains

the truth..

without the children

reaching One..

One

cannot reach

fulfilment’