Sitting on the bank of river life
wondering how much has passed by
what's left in the coming tides!
I look ahead, time seems eternity
looking back I cannot say
how far I have reached!
I look above, the sky is bluish green
a cloud wondered as lonely as me
tingling orange light penetrating!
layers of sky
to reach me, as if to say
there is hope for new beginning!
A thundering sound and lightening
bring me back to reality
I start to run realizing
It's getting late
for there is
still my to do list
chores necessary for living!
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
― Rumi
