There is a River

There is a river
flowing through my soul
uniting me to you;
a vision of a yesterday gone by
floods the sheen of my mind's eye..for a moment ,
we meet again, I knew you then,
I know you now.

Were we ever apart?
What distance measured innumerable in years
pushed our re-union far, far in distance, in time,
but lo, we are before each other once again
laugh heartily my friend, for time lies
a fallen foe before us this day.

There is a river flowing through my mind
flooding my fears, my want for time;
There is much I wish to accomplish
in this life, here of mine,
in this world;
many eyes look back at me,
like stars on a clear night,
such a multitude of beauty,
the people of this world can be ;
there are millions of tears to wipe away
and countless smiles to paint on visages cold and hurting.
But what of time?

Will you join me my friend,
down this river flowing through our lives?
mother nature is hurt with our past,
will you heed the Her call,
the bugle-call of your destiny?
This Earth calls out to you and me,
to heal, to soothe the balm of love
over the troubled waters of her existence.

For those yet to come, we owe a debt -
air, water, fire, ether.
We are of the elements
and they of us;
Should we give back what we have taken,
your child and mine may yet stand,
a gifted moment in time,
free of anxiety for a better tomorrow.

There is a river flowing through our lives
merging us with the furtherest reaches of this universe.
we are here, we are there,
we were yesterday, we will be tomorrow.
pray where are we not?

But our moment lies here,
in this time, this place.
Your fears merit the contemplation of stars,
for time marches ahead,
measuring our remaining days with unseen glee;
Are two pairs of hands enough to save the world?

There is a river flowing through this world
rising and receding,
love, anger, hate, fear, joy, compassion and love again,
a cycle revolving in a cycle, a vision within a dream,
does this end have a beginning,
will the river join into the sea?

Oh companion born in faith,
fruit of the same branch,
a healer is born, once bathed
in the watery light of those already healed.
They walk among us, unknown, unrecognised,
an angels' feather here, a beaming halo there.
This world of seeming suffering, of endless sorrow,
grows divine with the vision of the light within.

Dive into the seas of forgiveness,
the valleys of loving acceptance
no more us, no more them.
Drink from the spring of compassion,
immerse yourself in the nectar of pure love
found within the deepest recesses of your own Self.
For only in wielding the light within,
can you outshine the darkness of ignorance,
as far as the eye can see.
Your own heaven or your own hell,
here and now.

We are not alone,
it has been so, it is so and it will be so,
this river flows through me, through you
into the world above and below.
There is purpose in this world.
this tide,
this ebb,
this flow
this river flows,
this river flows...