River’s Edge By R. Cary

River’s Edge

By R. Cary

Walking on the River’s edge, my soul only thinks to drift.

Wondering in my heart, what my life would be like if I

crossed this river’s edge. A flowing stream, a lived

consciousness pulsing along this earth, beating its

own path, running its own course. If I only knew its

rhythm I could jump right in, live as one within this

Earth; through this river’s muse, I could see as one.

If only I was brave enough to let go, to face my fears

of uncertainty, to trust this river, to listen to its eternal

bliss. If I only I knew how to live in my instincts, to trust

my own self-beliefs to say to myself, I can only live for the

next. If only I knew tomorrow would never come I would live

like today was my last to jump in this river’s course, letting it

give to me. If only I could let this river guide to truth in this life,

truth in what was here before me, a living history in front of me.

If only I knew what this river know’s, how much more knowledge

this river holds than me. So much I want to know, each ripple an

exposure of truth, each a turn of life. If only I knew what is ahead

on my journey, what this river carved to live, a story we should all

See in our humanity; we over time have our truth to become. For

If only I could tell our truth, our beaten paths wearing this world

Into canyons of our will, letting truth and pureness arrive in our

ripples of faith. If only I could see we are the river flowing with

purpose with this earth as a relentless humanity living in this

mother earth; if only I could see we are this river’s course

End

River’s Edge

By R. Cary