River - September 18, 2014

River Sarca (Trentino) Italy

At Carpe DiemHaiku Kia I found this lovely post waiting for me today for my daily inspiration:

[...] "It is this what you mean, isn't it: that the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?" [...]

 [...] They listened. Softly sounded the river, singing in many voices. Siddhartha looked into the water, and images appeared to him in the moving water: his father appeared, lonely, mourning for his son; he himself appeared, lonely, he also being tied with the bondage of yearning to his distant son; his son appeared, lonely as well, the boy, greedily rushing along the burning course of his young wishes, each one heading for his goal, each one obsessed by the goal, each one suffering. The river sang with a voice of suffering, longingly it sang, longingly, it flowed towards its goal, lamenting its voice sang. [...]

 [...] "He had noticed that the river's spoke to him, he learned from it, it educated and taught him, the river seemed to be a god to him, for many years he did not know that every wind, every cloud, every bird, every beetle was just as divine and knows just as much and can teach just as much as the worshipped river. But when this holy man went into the forests (a metaphor for dying), he knew everything, knew more than you and me, without teachers, without books, only because he had believed in the river." [...]

'Siddhartha' by Hermann Hesse (Project Gutenberg version)

So today with Herman Hesse as my guide (thanks to our host Chèvrefeuille) I'm going to write about "river" .. not a particular river, though the photos are of the river near my home,  but that metaphor of lfe that is river .. the was - is - will be.

Karma Haiga

 river keeps flowing
from past - present - future
the wheel of life turns

© G.s.k. '14

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River Sarca

walking along the river
murmurring whispers follow me
and life can seem so easy
or difficult
depending where I am ...
inside inner turbulance
or inside peaceful calm
I listen to the river
as it flows past me each day ...
contemplating its eternal voyage
from the high mountains
unto the sea,
I think of my existence
and all that I've been through ...
the river holds my secrets
it knows the pain and joys
its neverending voyage
whispers ... go onward
the sea awaits you too.

G.s.k. '14