Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?
While the whole world
Keeps racing towards..
Same goal for the herds..
Unique goals to unique persons..
One was revolving
In the same spot for ages
With the belief
That’s the destination..
A butterfly flapped its wings
The impact was on the revolving..
The spinning at one point
Wasn’t enough anymore!
The stagnant pool stirred
Started to dribble,
it flew through and over
The stumbling stones..
As it kept flowing through
valleys and mountains,
It nourished few and
Demolished few too..
Yet, it kept it’s course..
When the paths ceased,
It was baffled and doubtful
Of where to, next..
The energy was bubbling..
Couldn’t be contained..
Hence it continued to flow..
And a new path was created!
Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?
This does not answer your question, but it did seem appropriate:
“The River”
(Copyright Colin Chappell 2016)
Starts out a little child
Playing with the stones
Running through the countryside
Passing trees and nearby homes
Inviting friends to join
The river swells in size
Rushes onward in its game of tag
With birds and dragonflies
Wider now it gets
And slower does it flow
It carefully follows contours
Singing as it goes
But no longer do the stones play
For the river now is deep
As it heads towards some mountains
Its destiny it must meet
It’s older now and wiser
But the drop it did not see
The many rocks so far below
The waters wild and free
Cascading down the mountain
Hitting rocks and broken trees
It must have thought so many times
Can I survive all this
This is harder than I imagined
I never believed this to be so
My life is tearing me apart
Which way must my waters flow?
I am divided in my thoughts
Confused by the turmoil found
Is this what life is all about?
Where does peace abound?
Then suddenly all was quiet
Its waters slowed right down
The river was, once more, a river
Of the turmoil, there was no sound
The river came to realize
That while confusion briefly reigned
It was just a minor set back
In its journey as ordained
Ordained by a higher power
To help the river grow
To understand adversity
And a love of life to show
The river caressed the fields
And trees lived on its sides
Fish were in its waters
And on it, many insects thrived
A love of life was to be displayed
Wherever it may go
To teach the world just what it means
To be alive, to learn, and to grow
The river’s purpose, once unknown
Now was clearly seen
To serve, to cherish, to love
Its mission to simply be
And as it moved towards the sea
Its journey almost done
It reflected on its wanderings
And a revelation was born
Its journey had been a lesson
Of not to be afraid
Of all of life’s challenges
They are but teaching aids
To help us in our growth
To appreciate who we are
To help those less fortunate
To show compassion near and far
That river’s life is now complete
Absorbed by an endless sea
That river’s life I knew so well
That river perhaps…
…was me?
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This is such a beautiful comparison.. Thank you for sharing this.. 🙂
Is this one already posted on your blog?
P.S. I have nothing to add / reply to this wonderful poetry, since it’s already complete in every way.. 😀
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Hi Aadhira. So glad that you liked it. The original version (I am always tinkering with them a little!) was posted last September:
https://meandray.com/2015/09/07/the-river/
🙂
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I had the feeling I’ve read it already and I’m right.. I’ve already liked and commented on the post and I still remember it (though very vaguely) 😉
Guess that post had a great impact to leave a trace even after almost a year.. 🙂
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I could not ask for a better reward than for a piece of poetry be remembered a year later! Of course, just to put that into perspective, I remember ” I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o’er vale and hill…………….”, which Wordsworth wrote over 200 years ago! 🙂
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Our words indeed live longer than us, provided the words are etched into the memories of a reader and strikes a chord in the heart.. The deeper the impact, longer the journey.. 😉
The reason I remember this “vaguely” is, I’ve loved this idea of the person being a river for longer than I remember.. In fact ripples was sort of an expression by the river. So I was wondering whether it’s from your post or have I already written a similar one.. 🙂
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I obviously cannot answer your question, but a river can be such a beautiful analogy of life can’t it! 🙂
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Not all questions are for answer! Sometimes they are just questions to ponder..
And yes the analogy is so perfect.. That’s the reason I’ve mentioned a pool somewhere in the post.. 😉
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