Feelings reeling rolling righteously from heart to mind in a desolately desperate search for any and all answers that they might find.
The preciously puttered upon path between one's soul and one's heart, like a river flowing furiously is forever foraging to be free. Water whipping one way and then the other attaching to everything yet connecting to nothing. Waves welcoming tears with the promise of washing away the hurt that has accumulated over the many years. This river of heart and of soul thrives on its defined journey. A journey that continues to unfold within the embedded embodiment of its own entity. Flowing, flowing, like tears bursting forth, bursting free as it crashes and splashes up against its own edges.
As a river splashes over its banks so too do tears flow forth from the eye of the one who has beheld the pain. Pain, much to one's disdain; purges and allows the soul to rain. Tears, like rain ripple into puddles that are lessons accumulated, lessons simulated, alientated, emulated, emancipated, conjugated and finally understood. Puddles are obstacles that mirror our travel as we navigate our way through them or around them.
There is a wiggling reflection of me in each puddle I see. Water splashed about in the due course of life; each movement: water's destiny.
A river runs through my soul from my heart to my mind. A river rich in tradition and rich in history lives inside of me. When I rain on the inside so many feelings I am often trying to hide. When I rain from within freeing myself from the trappings of my thoughts is what you are seeing.
I am a river. Life is a river. I am my life; my life is me. Is it water flowing down that stream or is it me? Is this real or is this a dream?
There is a place where feelings of the heart and the yearnings of a soul will always meet up, yet again, with one's thoughts? A fork in the river is afoot. What was once one body of water flowing is now two as it hits this fork of knowing.
Two paths, one river: many tears; of life, only one giver. The river is the liver. The liver is the giver. The rhyme is the reason and the reason is the rhyme. The giver will take the liver will die -- but on will flow the river: throughout all of measured time. Feelings reeling rolling righteously as I paddle the river that is what I feel in this life.
© August 1999 A.J. Mahari
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