....and then we walk away, forget it all and have to learn again. that's a good thing... practice, practice and more practice.
beneath dense ice the river journeys onward
it knows which way to go.
perhaps if like the river we relax into the flow of time
we too will always know which way to go,
rhythmically moving toward deeper understanding, love, connection and contentment.
brambles guarding river's edge
what thorny gates keep me from getting too close?
too close to what? to whom?
to myself? to others?
*a name for God meaning "the Place"