Where two wandering streams meet, their murmurs braid into one breath;
currents mingle softly, carrying stories neither could hold alone;
in their joining, a new river rises—wider, wiser, learning its own way.
From Makhaleng’s stone, from Thames’ steady beat,
A single rhythm stirs, a pulse grows strong—
O Sisters of the Soil and Sisters of the Street,
Your hour is come to dismantle ancient wrong.
We know the weight: the gourd, the grinding stone,
The quiet ledger balanced late alone,
The branded scars empires refuse to own.
Shall we be silent while the market’s hand
Sells childhood short and plunders every shore?
While truth is buried in the poisoned sand
And justice knocks upon a bolted door?
No. Let the kgotla’s wisdom find the air,
Let Parliament’s cold vault with echoes ring—
Two streams now rising in a single dare
To strip the armour from the faltering king.
So blend the strength—the sereto and the sonnet’s fire,
The drummer’s call, the bell from Tower’s height.
Weave from two strengths one unassailable choir
To drag this shivering century to light.
Let every cry for right, an anthem be,
A towering Baobab, a Sovereign Tree.
Two tides collapsing into each other—
recognizing shape by force,
not by truth.
Our depths looked similar,
so I believed our wounds were mirrors
instead of warnings.
I trusted the pull
because it felt familiar,
because the body was mistaking turbulence
for connection—
and calling the damage
intimacy.
Not knowing
that familiar currents
still drown.
"Inspiration Quote #3 - Forget injuries, never forget kindness."
My mom was the kindest person I ever knew,
she and my dad instilled this quality in me:
and though at times difficult I was kindly as I grew,
I appreciate that those teachings were the key;
now, I am a friend faithful and true !
Like two streams flowing and connected,
all relationships need a meeting of one on one:
any conflict needs attention to be corrected,
a get together talk will clear the issues until done;
gently, a solution with each respected !
My dad told me to walk away from a fight,
he said the stronger person should turn away:
and no matter what always be kind and polite.
create a confluence of talking as the way;
and by being kind I can sleep at night !
It does not cost anything to be kind,
and is healthier than holding onto strife:
not all will like me so to that I am resigned,
I remove the hurt by removing the knife:
and let kindness bring me peace of mind !
"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.
“Forget injuries,
never forget kindnesses.”
_by Confucius
Life stalls and whirls,
so full of balances;
with rhythmic tides,
it has an ebb and flow.
As they turn full,
all relish in the bliss;
conversely,
most are sad when tides run low.
Confluence helps
to balance changing tides:
while traveling on waves
of those most high-
then resting thoughts
when we are bound to lows;
remembering each peak
that helped us fly.
Most are sad when tides run low;
conversely,
all relish in the bliss
as they turn full.
It has an ebb and flow
with rhythmic tides;
so full of balances-
life stalls and whirls.
Counterparts,we
two becoming one
Male & female,equivalents
Communing,now
two becoming one
Male & female,complemented
Christian Marriage
two becoming one
Streams mingle with rivers
And rivers mingle with oceans
while oceans reconcile the distinction
Like humans converging from regions
Civilization marks a local population
Originating back to their initiation
Modern trends reconcile the differences
Substituting Regionalism with cooperation
People shuttling from country to country
Mingling one another into the sixth ocean
Time by time removed the separation
Both in inherited values and appearance
A cosmopolitan of civilization appears
As the scene being shown in Australia
The continent lives people from everywhere
They're converging themselves into
A fresh civilization- the spirit of Australian
I desire for song,
Writ practically worthy;
I wish I could,
Write it out!
So, display to earth,
My triumph or hurt:
May each word,
Be vocally proud!
We were rapids and falls,
two deep streams moving
into each other.
Rivers run, but we tumbled
and churned
until at last
we became a confluence,
not exactly oil meeting water,
but there was a separation
while we mingled.
When passion ran dry
we did not proclaim a 'goodbye,'
we just dipped a bucket of self
into that turbulence
and kept that essence
in a fishbowl of old memories.
like a gurgling stream
laced with frothy white chiffon
life flows on quite smooth
their love too grows steadily
hurtling to a confluence
Is it hearty to eager gaze at him with fond hope?
As the latter view with life borne, in gradual slope.
A high-flying plane to God's never-ending city.
But picking dreadful death isn't offered entirely.
Endwise, I'll once again aim to relish a joyful life.
A cheerful get-together for all who have left strife.
No also poignant anguish, torment, or intricacy.
Since I merely bear all lack, will not require any.
In eternal Heaven, God will reward and soothe me.
As we promptly proceed on a never-ending journey.
With ample time, we'll be heeded as utterly were.
To sustain in perpetuity with my brood there.
As I anxiously exit from this premonition planet,
At the point when I enter Heaven's greatness exquisite.
Nudging me will reliably provide no justifiable excuse.
In regards to this loathsome and impure recluse.
Written: November 21, 2021
While sitting on our favorite bench,
Beneath a big black cloud,
A smattering of raindrops fell,
Dispersing all the crowd.
The cell phone rang; some friends of ours
Just happened to be near.
We told them where to find us
As the sky began to clear.
We shared our bench, the sun came out,
The river was a’gleam;
Such luck in these uncertain times
Felt strangely like a dream.
A confluence of happenstance
Allowed us all to meet
And after months apart, our time
Together sure was sweet.
Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.
Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea you slowly dyke.
Your ambrosial waters so cleared
granting boon to even sinners
writing history of winners
Oh Ganga! river so revered
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
Together all joyously cheered
Your ambrosial waters so cleared.
Note:
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati rivers' confluence takes place at Triveni near Allahabad. This confluence is also called Sangam in Hindi.
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