At
the confluence of two rivers
We
meet and voyage onwards in power:
For
where the flow of the one
Fuses
with the flow of the other
We
have two hands to trim our sails:
What
I wanted was one river
What
was wanted of me was the other
And
where they touched
There
was the inner meeting
That
was the occasion and opportunity
Of
life:
To
make our needs-must-be
Coincide
with our wants
Was life!
And
the power of the merged rivers
The magic of the life that mattered.
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