Final Attempt. Not working this again lol. I do not know why I bothered with this one so much. It is far from what others might deem as great or even good...not worth th effort even...but I felt compelled to rework and revise. Crazy. Maybe its the message that needs to be heard?
The River and the Eddy,
While the Ocean calls the River home,
a prized trophy bobs up and
down,
carried high on the
shoulders of the returning hero.
Asleep, after hours of
splashing effort,
unaware of the strong
and steady waves
that carry it along,
the swimmer mindlessly
moves
toward its own demise.
Whirling, swirling, riveting in
tormented circles,
the Eddy up ahead
all treasures from the
River’s protective hold.
Set on tearing all the unsuspecting,
yet the endlessly anticipating
away from their unconscious
daydreams
it waits for its next victim
to arrive.
Like a bully hiding
in the corner of the River’s bend,
it sticks out a dirty foot from
below the sparkling waves.
And the surprised River, so intent
on getting to its destination,
heeding only the voice that calls it
forward,
stumbles over the boulder of
Samskara
and its lifetime collection
of debris.
Losing its momentum, its hold on self weakens.
The swimmer is torn from its clutches by
the Eddy’s force.
Both the river and its charge
are clumsily sucked into
the awkward barrier.
Tangled up in all the other captured
things,
torn from its original trajectory,
splashing about
to find something solid to
hang onto
the drowning treasure swallows
the waves of misguided
attempts
and begins to sink to the
depths below.
All the while the rush of these Holy
Waters,
the trough and crests of
these mighty waves,
are still being called
forward
by the Oceans’ powerful
but unseen Force.
The Voice of Source is
strong and unrelenting,
stirring up the waters that
collect
behind the impediment
of samskara.
The River is drawn like a magnet to all that
is.
Yet, the cries of its cargo,
the drowning swimmer,
pull its attention down and away from
nature’s intent.
When the watery focus repels
that which it is,
and is drawn instead
to the stuffed and stored debris of human
preferring,
to the boulders of human
resistance,
forming the current of
human selecting,
it spins in a whirlpool of human
suffering.
Down, down, down the swimmer sinks,
claimed by this
vortex of its own trapped energy,
into the mirky
depths that build up and break down
behind the boulder of
samskara.
The River …the powerful,
majestic river ...
drops its all- seeing eyes
from the skies
and follows this human down
to the watery death that awaits.
Howling with delight,
the Eddy triumphantly claims
another victory over the
natural flow of Life.
The undaunted Ocean sings
again,
calling out in compelling
whispers,
coaching the River to
leave the swimmer behind
and to come home where it
belongs.
Reluctant to detach from
that
which it carried with such
pride,
the waters continue to resist
They twirl and
swirl around and around,
making the Eddy stronger with
each downward plunge.
Still, that Force
calling the River forward is unflinching.
It is determined to
bring all its Ripples home.
Unknown to this tiny
disturbance of river,
trapped in one of many
Eddies,
Life is determined to
go on.
In the universal flow,
exists the Shakti, pure
and free,
moving in glorious
sparkling persistence,
back to the Source
from where it came.
The birds and winds above
cry out in joyous awakening
relaying a message in their song
for all who will listen:
Stop resisting, relax,
and
let the ocean pull you home.
Through the rushing noise of
human drama,
the soothing chorus is heard
and the River finally removes
its focus
from the drowning,
struggling form.
It lets go.
The flimsy carcass slips
lifelessly to
the muddy bottom,
while the waters return
to
the surface where they,
sparkling with millions
of twinkling diamonds,
embrace the sunlight once
again.
The boulders dissolve,
the debris disperses
and the Eddy is no
more.
Without the heaviness of
swimmer,
the barrier of Samskara,
the mighty River is set
free to continue
its joyful journey home.
© Dale-Lyn, July 2024
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