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