To the River beyond the Mountains
The river I cannot express how resolutely you treasure your keep, yet share willingly with those who seek it. That time I walked by your shore, the fish casting shadows in the clear waters flowing over a broad valley, a warm breeze brushed my face, and I smiled. Heaving my rucksack up on my shoulders again, I looked back to the mountain we emerged from, and I imagined that time I looked down from the mountain slope at the white waters bend around two mountain folds. My knees screeched with every step downhill, but the view from between the thick canopy, the feeling of a falling altitude, kept me at it. That mountain, covered in green of every shade, and dark, looked unscalable, unescapable, unconquerable – that is how you keep your secrets, I thought as I smiled walking over polished boulders. How do I begin to unravel what you taught me, you who are a time-bender, soul-mender, mind-wrapper, life-giver; you who speak through so many voices, appear in...