Where The River Flows

A beautiful river I came across in Salento, Colombia’s coffee region

Where the river flows, energy goes  

Coming and going  

Drip dropping  

Rolling and flowing 

The water runs over the rocks  

Smoothing and sowing  

Seeds of newness  

Erasing the old  

Easing into the fold  

Of life 

Sometimes a trickle  

Sometimes a torrent  

Sometimes a place of quiet reflection  

Sometimes a place of joy and content  

Sometimes a place to bathe and wade  

Sometimes a place to sit and vent  

To a friend  

To white pages  

To a bird God sent 

The river flows and takes  

With it its stagnancy  

It’s movement snakes  

In and around  

Over and up  

Through and down  

Gathering, marking  

Gliding and riding  

The wave  

Guiding itself to new places  

Always ready for new faces  

Never stopping, slowing  

Never second guessing  

Always flowing 

We can learn from the river

It’s consistent

It’s persistent

It changes with the seasons

Yet its always ready to deliver

Its promise

It flows unapologetically

To its own rhythm

Creating its own system

Seeing how it best fits in

Providing its own magic

To the cosmos 

The river knows

Just how best it flows

Its favourite dance

For its best advance

And from this we must take solace

And embrace

Our own flow

In order to grow