Thinking Rivers.

The Riverness of Life,
flowing,
post birth,
down the heights,
to a shining sea.
The impish gurgle
dodging rocks,
as it flows and falls;


Then, a long trek
thru
The Predictable Plains.
Flooding emotions,
Drying minds and hearts;

Opening up
sometimes
to grateful farmlands,
swaying trees,
Sometimes
for effluent thoughts
and trash ideas,
spoiling the innocence
that once was.

And finally,
Loaded with it all,
Meandering slowly ,
Struggling through the
obstacle silt
of the Mind,
carrying all the
Garbage of life,
heaving,
spreading it thin,
emptying it all,
In the great beyond,
The Oceanic
Mind of God....