The River

-The River-

-Sonnet

The river flows determined and homebound.
He knows his destination and his aim.
The traps and lures on his path abound,
But the river’s glance they can never claim.

He scorns the softness of the peaceful night,
The exquisite stillness of the silent breeze,
The vault of the sky with its silver light,
The scents of the earth promising their bliss.

Great Teacher, if only your attitude
I could imitate and flow like yourself,
With your sense of fate, with your certitude,

Observing unmoved the death of the self!
The flowing river merging into the sea!
The lonely pilgrim meeting his destiny!
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