Maturity

Maturity... Cracking open the stone heart of mountains, Gurgling with youthful force, Young, Virgin, Crystal clear, The waterfall of life Flows gushingly past all odds, Taking along boulders, stones, rocks of resistance Washing off all inhibitory inertia The music, The floor, A loud different genre Creating paths, Dancing through Making a bed Now called river Steady, Yet powerful Deep Yet serene Helping the oars of life To carry on Anchoring the tired Resting the boats Talking to sails Helped by occasional winds To move on Meditating on the banks Are the same crystal waters Knowing the gush has ebbed Flowing strongly Yet untiringly Journeying towards the ultimate Sea of Love... A destination that encompasses The very being Into ultimate sublimity of divine No whirl created by a pebble throw Is capable of distraction The ‘dusk’ witnesses this maturity Which the river has brought along... @ ‘dusk’......