Carved and moulded by the river
I truly am.
My stories but the silt
My flow has left behind.
Tis not the aim to safeguard this channel
Nor towards any direction to go.
For we all end up in the ocean
Once we've lived through the length of our flow.
May I flow full with waters of love
May I be grateful for others in my path.
May I trust in the wisdom of my heart.
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