They hung their heads in surrender in a world full of doubt, never believing that there could be an end to the drought! Faithlessly they bowed down, before a silent earth, anticipating miracles, hoping for rebirth… tears poured on soft grounds they sang salvation’s song, and in the midst of suffering, they remembered that they were strong!
Some days it feels as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I bow in surrender, more than in worship. I’m feeling faithless in a world that seems to be loosing hope!
“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
You should really go down to the waters, and watch sunlight play, walk off your heaviness as you dream of brighter days! immerse yourself in muddy pools and look-up at elegant trees, chant awhile with bullfrogs and let your emptiness ease… let you reflection speak to you in tinkling sounds, as you search the undergrowth for the bliss that can be found!
time will slip-away, and nature will gladly compose sensations of the river and movements of gushing prose…