The Way of Waves
on Apr 25 in Poetry/Prose by adminOne awoke to find themselves on the back of a mighty stream called River, and fearing they would drown began to plead, “Please, If you do not drown me I will give you the fruit in my satchel.” River replied, “Do I have a stomach with which to eat? Your food is useless to me.”
However, One could not stifle their fear and so spoke again, “Please, if you do not drown me I will give you my money.” River replied, “Do I seem the type to conduct commerce; your money is valueless.” The anxiety in One continued to rise, surely there must be something River wanted.
One pleaded, “I am a poet, a dancer, a composer, an actor, and a player of instruments. If you do not drown me I will craft for you the most amazing feat of Art and perform it for you daily.” River said, “What use are emotions – they only squelch flow, but what of the rest? I dance like no other, make melodies by being, and have no use for guises for I can become all forms?”
At this point One was frantic, “What do you want? You are beyond reason! Why must you kill me?” River whispered a sigh and said, “I want nothing, and I cannot be reasoned with because your reasons are nothing to me. You skew what I am, you make me into you, and then you wonder why you cannot fathom my nature or find the way to life. You are here, but I am at the mouth, the middle, and the end. You view change as finality and I cycle endlessly without care for form or concern for what I once was. If you want to live learn to swim, yet if you should drown know it was not I who killed you but your own inability, your devotion to conceptions, and your failure to comply to with the principles of my nature that brought your dissolution.”
Do not dirty the water, do not fill it with innocent blood, and lose your concrete imaginings. Amid waves learns their ways and you will be carried to the mouth, but if you act like rocks you will fall to the abyss.
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