I watched the river closely. While it always followed the same path On its way to meet the sea, You could never say it was the same river You looked at only moments ago. The water had moved on and There was always a random pattern To its surface as it passed by the bank and over the rocks. Nothing repeated, all was change. Each second another event, A constant state of flux. Looking on, I suddenly felt heavy And inert and I told myself I must learn from the river and flow. Thoughts meandered through my head Like cigarette smoke caught in sunlight, Insubstantial and lost to the air. The river was calling. I rose up and began to wade into the water. The current was strong and I felt the power As it carried me off my feet, And so I floated, cradled by its might And I heard a voice saying “come with me, I have something show you”. The voice was not mine, The thoughts were not mine For I had left thinking on the river bank. All things in this world talk, But one must listen carefully as some only whisper. I was not curious about the promised revelation the river had made. I trusted implicitly and replied “so it must be”. Presently the river took me by a dense forest. One tree stood out, some of its roots Exposed by the very action of the flowing river, Undermining its grasp of the world. The wind caused its leaves to flutter And I heard it whisper and I found myself standing before it. It was massive and ancient and I felt humbled. “Get up off your knees, your piety does not cut it with me” The tree said angrily, then added, Quite gently “how can I help you?” “I am looking for something tree” “Well, aren’t we all? Not bad, a legitimate enquiry, But it has dangers”. He fell silent. The wind gathered up and he spoke again. “ The river comes to a fork, It is very important you listen carefully now. One way leads to oblivion, the other, Peace and happiness. The big…