Drums and Words

A Celebration of Life and Wisdom

Ancient River

Ancient River

Sunlight plays like ribbons on the surface of the stream,
The evening shades of amber coiling round the boulders clean.
From hills beyond my sight it runs, the ages to deliver.
Now I, naked on the naked banks, step in the ancient river.

Along my ribs the current rolls, the heaving liquid gold,
And tumbles overhead when I drop into the cold.
I grip a monolith beneath the water hurling by,
Like a love remaining in a lifetime flooding itself dry.

A timeless wisdom speaks in each fall and subtle eddy,
And despite the night and river bearing down I am not ready yet
To leave and let the stream pour out its being.
But go on you will, and so must I, to your ancient truth agreeing.

 

 

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