It is not for my lack of trying…

It is not for my lack of trying…
I keep thinking that the summit is just a short scramble up…
When the far side is still a long way off…
And the bottom has no bottom.

I will go to the bend in the river…
I know its waters are sparkling clear…
I’ll slide into the sunlight…
And ask the churning waters.

She whispers….

Search for the language deep inside you…
You knew it fluently when you were a child (puppy…)
Haven’t you wondered why words and phrases keep popping up in your memories?
Like you’ve lived a 100 lives before.

Who told you that this journey would be fast?
That there would be no dry and barren places?
Why are you surprised that the clock moves quicker than it should?
And time has so many bends and twists.

It is difficult to find yourself among so many sudden changes…
Life comes at you unannounced…
Like me, you need to keep flowing…
And soon you will find your way to the sea.

So says the river.

I love you,

Annie