River

…and as you watch, time flows by
never pouring out of its boundaries
its surface calm, and identical
from eternity to now,

until you pierce its gentle facade
and feel the lives beating inside,
everything that gives them meaning –
joy, sorrow, desire, hope, envy –
rising and falling,
growing and dying,
ebbing and intensifying,
yet never breaking the surface,
never blocking its flow.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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