I asked the river, “How old are you?”
As long as Sky gives herself to clouds, as long as clouds give themselves to rain, as long as leaves give their breath to clouds, as long as seeds give themselves to leaves, and for as long as the earth shelters the seeds, I will have lived.
“and who is your enemy?”
Enemies are in opposition whereas I just flow. If I meet a tree, a rock, or a dam on my way, I flow around and seep in with my Being. For Pure Being, there are no enemies.
“People in the villages have called you muddy, angry, mysterious–which one are you?”
I am a mirror, a witness, a vehicle; I am eternal movement within stillness. I have no preference. I am so subtle, the trout doesn’t know I am here.If the sky shows gloom, I reflect how gloomy gloom can be; and when the sun smiles, I show her how beautiful a sunny smile can be.
If you want to ride my back, you are welcome; and if you want to drown in me, you are most welcome, for what is death to a Witness of life passing?
“Don’t the wind and those ripples ruffle your skin?”
I learned a while back that nothing is what it seems. Everything is a play of Light.The wind is God’s breath going in and out, and ripples are just water, just as trees do not dance on these waters. On a moonlit night, a drunk came to catch Luna with his fishing net, never bothering to look for the higher Truth.
“I love to sit by your side each day; I talk to you and ask so many questions. Why don’t you listen, don’t you have anything to say? Why don’t you love me back?”
The greatest love is in listening and listening; humble respect is reflecting you back to yourself.
I love you so deeply, I cannot disagree. Know that I am alive; I breathe like the rock and the turtle. I am consciousness and conscious of your questions.
Know that your questions arise from your mind, and when you watch me through your mind, you are not with me at all. So, let me bathe and still your mind with my cool waters.
See in me the passing illusions, the silhouette of things that are not even here.This River is your Soul. Speak to me, gaze at me, cry by my side until you cleanse and heal.
When you heal, you will know my Soul; when you know my Soul,
you will find your Soul–Only then, will you be still
while flowing, like me.
~ Kambiz Naficy
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