The human experience
Is a river
It flows constantly
From the spring of birth
Until it dissolves into the ocean of death
Life is the meandering and furious intensity
Of the passage of the river
Sometimes it may seem stuck
In eddies and blocked by debris
Yet always it is moving towards its destination

We try hard to fix it
In time and space
And to grab hold of it
The constant change is excruciating
We are terrified of our mortality

But you cannot grab hold of water
And you cannot grab hold of time

We know, some where deep inside,
It is inevitable
We travel from spring to ocean
Carried by inevitability
There is nothing we can do
Except surrender our stubborn will
To the inevitable
And let it break our hearts
Wide open.

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