Confluence

"Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses" - Confucius With the flowing stream of my being, tributaries join Chrystal clear or coal like black, I embrace them all gladly. Each atom of my existence has been the widow's coin. I spent not in richness but to give my mite joyfully. I carry each flower that falls. Do I leave any leaf? An ant or an elephant—every one I reach their shore Single-mindedness in joining the sea is my belief. Unity in diversity is the faith of my core. Amidst threatening birds and beasts, are the jungles frightened? Has the universe, for the sake of strange stars, stopped its course? How many blossoms adorn each little temple garland? Shouldn't I, ultimately, go to my primary source? I flow on, amalgamating within me one and all. I do not know, lo, who on earth is great and who is small.