A River Flows In You

A River Flows In You

A river flows in you.
Can you not hear the sounds?
Over the rock the echo of the moments
when the river kissed the rock and the rain,
over the sand as the river sang in the muffled, languorous tones,
Maybe it's the spring somewhere near the river's home.

Can you hear the tones
of love singing with equanimity?
Maybe the river recalls
the times in the past, the times of farewells and meeting again.
the times when the river watched the currents and let them go
from here to another shore.

Recall the day; recall is what the river is for;
so recall, the day when the river held you back
just to say that the river loves you because you love the river,
and you lingered, rather too long
till it was time to move on and move too far away.
Passing by, forget not; recall. That was the day.

Originally shared by Bong Ferrer