The Stream of Life

Mostly I sit on the banks reflecting on its power. Will I ever dare its careening currents that seem to so casually bounce from rock to shore? I dip a toe in now and then. Yet fear follows me, constantly confining the natural flow pulling me toward its darkened depths. I have on occasion jumped into the waters bobbling, sinking, rising tossing within the currents. The ride was ferociously frightening intense Chilling liberating. But tortured and bruised I seek the healing soil of land before I toss myself again into the beckoning, frolicking force of life of love of destiny.