In the quiet twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with whispers

In the quiet twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with whispers, I am but a river, flowing through the landscapes of existence, Touching the edges of dreams and the core of forgotten memories, Moving gently, like a sigh carried by the wind, or fiercely, like a storm unleashed, For life itself is a current, relentless and untamed, And I, a traveler in her embrace, cannot halt her course. I glide past the ancient willows, their branches weeping into my soul, Their stories intertwining with mine, in a tapestry of sorrow and hope, I feel the stones beneath my surface, smoothened by time's gentle caress, Each one a testament to the moments I've embraced, the lessons I've learned, For in this journey, there is no map, no simple strategy to follow, Only the essence of being, the purity of existence, the unaltered now. The moon casts her silver light upon my waters, illuminating the depths within, Revealing the secrets I carry, the desires I hide, the fears I confront, And as I flow, I realize, it is not the destination that defines me, But the journey, the way I touch, the way I move, the way I live, For I am a river, ever-changing, ever-evolving, ever-alive, A witness to the beauty, the pain, the wonder of this ephemeral life. So I surrender to the current, to the dance of time and space, Embracing the unknown, the uncertainties, the mysteries, For in this flow, I find my truth, my purpose, my being, A river in a world of rivers, a soul in a sea of souls, Flowing, touching, living, in the eternal now.