I am resting, on the beach, out of the river’s flow
It still flows, but without me
On the beach, Mondays and Sundays are the same
In the flow, I was painfully tossed about
There I cried out in a voice almost moaning
Who am I and where am I going
On the beach, there is stillness and peace
I have been here once or twice before
But only for a while, then tossed back in the flow
Where I become immobilized, without control
Battered and disabled by ambition, now I see
Into the flow and over a cliff in a waterfall
In painful agony I cried out, yes I can
Yes I can do what, control the flow?
You only control the flow in your dreams
The flow controls you, not the other way around
On the beach, I can just watch the flow
Danger! I can feel the flow pulling me back in
Stay calm, take a deep breath
The flows movement is temporal, stillness is reality
I have come a long way to achieve this beach
Out of the frozen tundra I have come
How long can I stay in a state of grace on the beach?
This is what it is like to live without stress
Maybe I can just dip a toe in the flow
Oops! I am being swept up by the current
Ambition and desire are sucking me back in
No, rise above, Rise above, Rise above!
Here, I am above the flow, even above the beach
Here, the veil of Maya and Neith are finally lifted
Here, I am connected to a collective spiritual experience
Here, I have arrived at fulfillment
Here, time ceases to flow with the flow
Here, movement and stillness have no meaning
Here above the flow, we are One
Wow! Look at that river flow
The flow is turning wheels and the wheels are churning lives
It is just a game, but people think it’s real
In the flow there is no rest, there is no winning
There is only the flow, ever onward
But from here above, it looks so silly
Being above, is even better than on the beach
So many are in the flow, some as tears
If I were to return, it would be different for me now
The new me, would be eager to teach what I have learned
Should I take another trip down the rapids?
Maybe I should try and reach higher instead?
Actually, Here there is no higher
Here, salvation is self evident
The sirens of the flow beckon me back
Why? To make the world a better place?
Maybe I can ease the burden of others?
There are no easy answers, but I can help, I can try
This time I am better prepared to enter the flow
This time I have seen it from above, I understand
Look out. Here I come again!
CARL M BIRKELBACH