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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There is a sound that draws one toward an unknown path, like that of a flowing river whose story has yet to be told, and in the wake are chapters, ripples of memories, punctuated by the dreams that guide life’s prow toward an unseen horizon. Into the unknown, bold strokes set the soul afloat down this river never traveled— a river of doubt. Upon the flow the reaching canopy casts across the liquid canvas sketches of nature. These water reflections give no answers, no clear perspective. They appear as painted moods from a palette of shadowy hues. Through the healing leaves, the free wind carries the chorus of birdsong and wild calls, accompanied by the lapping water on the shore— a hypnotic lullaby. As the day turns to dusk, under the obsidian sky, the wet shadows take root in a fertile mind, signaling the time to disembark, and shelter from the noise of trepidation. Listening, the river's voice whispers rumors of what lies ahead— turbulent scenes, disrupting dreams and hope. At daybreak, the beating heart echoes the night’s presage, taming hubris. Its message becomes a weight borne upon sinewy shoulders that push and pull the vessel forward through this river untamed. Its direction, depth, length, peril— all unknown. It’s a clash of wills, nature’s and man’s, bruising confidence with battering doubt, sweeping one into the river’s wrath, …unmoored and oarless. Weathered and battered, strength wanes, wakes weaken, drawing the soul toward a still pool of reflection. Deep in the interior a pulsing stirs the gnawing hunger yoked to a goal— expend youthful vigor, spare nothing for the age of decline, for only the intrepid will live many lifetimes. This odyssey of time, days into weeks, into months, into seasons births self-discovery upon clear, reflective waters. Sounding the depths, and enduring the labors, delivers the crowning of hope that the passage ahead leads to a berth of calm waters. The passage of discovery— for what is the purpose? Without a map, without measure, the way traveled is a passing sigh, like fingerprints upon the water, awash in the sand. Yet, surveyors of the currents, the mountains, the valleys, even of the abyss, etch in the water a charted passage that steers the story. For the intrepid, words are not enough. And words for those wildly mad— there are never enough. If braved, discovery becomes a tributary, feeding an understanding that the river flowing is a winding current toward becoming.
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