Monday, 7 December 2015

86.) At The Confluence Of Two Rivers . . .




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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