Sonomabuzz

Tag: river

  • sitting in a dark room

    sitting in a dark room
    considering light
    consider the space
    and consider our plight

    sitting in a valley
    way down below
    under the mountain
    where we might perchance go

    from the depths formed by rivers
    mountains carved by streams
    water through earth delivered
    like thoughts left from dreams

    no glow in the dark
    nor flash in a mist
    fully illuminates the possible
    only giving a glimpse.

    as in dreams or a journey
    each explores soft edges of light
    and the inside of darkness
    holds some insight

    revelations anew
    portend blessings we are now seeing
    to find the illusive
    truth of all being

    although darkness may comfort
    or light warm the soul
    held nearest our heart
    is love as the goal

    love transcends darkness
    and compassion illuminates
    winding path forward
    to heaven’s welcome gates

    a gate to goodness we seek
    journeys’ guides hold us
    in mysterious faith and eternal trust
    our seeking emboldens

    goodness tumbles out
    like rivers to ocean
    a true secret shared
    all life needs such motion

    traveling as drops in a stream
    and then life’s winding river
    all the hopes in our time
    and sorrows delivered

    to places of healing
    missions of glory
    as each one of us
    seeks out our own story


  • Drops in the river – Lagunitas

    Life like a river of being
    Lives like water
    flowing past my place in the river
    Dark stories
    Eddies of grief and need.
    Do I offer a genuine harbor
    Or a weak line tied to a branch?

    Lives bounce on little waves
    Keeping heads above the water
    That’s all it takes sometimes
    But when can they paddle to the edge
    To stand and rest as the river flows past?

    I’ve got a little extra to offer
    Something unexpected
    Here is a float to hold
    Here is a paddle if you are lucky enough to have a craft

    Without a boat
    We are bobbing in the river of life.
    When we fall below the surface
    Gasping

    Wondering if it’s worth the effort
    Will anyone throw a life raft?
    We grasp as if for a floating log
    Help me hold onto a branch
    To keep from being swept away.
    Help me
    Help me

    Lives like water flowing past
    Fast and rough
    Slow and placid
    Water, ever flowing
    Like life
    Like wind
    Like thoughts

    Are we swimmers or are we flotsam?

    We’re all paddling toward another shore

    Mist off the water as a new day dawns
    It obscures our fates
    As it awaits the mid day sun

    Lives like water
    Drops in the river
    Flow down to the ocean of being
    That is all being
    As the river changes the life
    The life in turn changes the river.
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