The Stuff of Life

There is a river flowing somewhere underneath the mind. I came across it just the other day, but did not see the source, and happily for me, I could not watch it drain into the sea. For this quixotic flow is not for some creation, but forever; endings are unthinkable. It is the bloodstream serving consciousness, the sole reality we know. Soluble within, it is the DNA of beauty, passion, sacrifice and joy... of loss subsumed forever in a breath... of gratitude and loyalty... of peace that enters on a holy death. So it is that everything we are is quintessential mystery that broods, like God, upon the face of shadow waters, in turn to bathe our feet with Love. ~