to be bewildered by a rock on a path,
some would have it that way,
but some would walk the path of the river instead.
the river will always lead you to more of itself,
until it bursts out into a flooding of it's own love.
so vast and so big, so bewildering in its own right.
unforward, rushing backwards,
crawling upstream and getting pushed back,
the fierce current rushingly searching for your failure.
i do push forward, i do crawl slow,
but so help me i shall get to the end,
and in my favour the rewards of nourishment are merely all i need,
for me to push forward.
do not everstop me so,
for i cannot be stopped.
i am endless night met with day,
an endless day met with night,
tied together tied all by it's day and night,
foresee that with only one sun,
there is no dying light or blooming sun.
everlight and everdark are within my grasp of living so.
clearly as i walk down this rocky rivery path,
i see the seamstress earth open up in front of me,
a dashing boulder lands and rolls forward in front of me.
another and another,
so swiftly do i find myself walking backwards yet again.
i cannot undo my steps forward but i may at least make new ones stepping back.
it is okay to whither away and crawl back into my snakeside hideaway,
curled up right away and not looking for those rocks to crush me.
so i gather up my vision and watch as the rocks tumble into my vision.
a beautiful view when you fight the fear of danger,
the reality of the rocks tumbling ahead and no gathering of dread,
it turns into a wondrous perspective of seamstress earth,
opening herself up to change and with a warning we should all listen to,
there will be change,
it is not possible to stop it,
and it will not be very comfortable.
so step back,
envision the reality of what is,
look forward and watch the beauty that unfolds.
walk the rivery rocky path with love right by yourside.