Its the warrior's pride, isn't it? To banish the demons of old questions unanswered with gusts of wind through tousled hair.
Its the war against entropy, isn't it? To know that every day I'm somewhere I wasn't yesterday; to know that every day, I have grown by experiencing newer spaces.
Its love, isn't it? And it is the purest love because it seeks to find fulfillment not in the sameness of bondage but in the stillness that comes of freedom.
Its the will of the River, isn't it? To keep on flowing -with the never-ending, ever-tender, sonorously throbbing, joyously sobbing, all-encompassing River.
Its the war against entropy, isn't it? To know that every day I'm somewhere I wasn't yesterday; to know that every day, I have grown by experiencing newer spaces.
Its love, isn't it? And it is the purest love because it seeks to find fulfillment not in the sameness of bondage but in the stillness that comes of freedom.
Its the will of the River, isn't it? To keep on flowing -with the never-ending, ever-tender, sonorously throbbing, joyously sobbing, all-encompassing River.
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And the will of life, too.
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