For our minds are like a raging river
Swirling in a flooded chaos
That seems to go on forever
An endless struggle of gain and loss
Filled by random stream
And Tributary
Some polluted and some clean
In the swirling madness, we carry
All that has been
And we continue to fight
Over what’s been heard or seen
Trying to find the light.
Rains shall fall
And storms shall rage
Our rivers consume us all
Until the end of our age
Yet still within we make war
Instead of letting go
Seeking less and instead wanting more
We must let the river flow
The vile streams shall go dry
If we allow them not to grow
All we need is to try
To understand, not just to know
Form your own Rivers
Within your minds
For well-channeled water delivers,
While chaotic water blinds.
- Hypheròs