Flowing with the Stream
I had been a stone,
Rejecting change, rigid and hard.
But I had always been aware,
Of the stream flowing by me,
Rushing youthfully, full of life.
So many times I have yearned,
To turn the stone into a stream,
To flow with life, forgetting restrictions.
But I never knew the way.
Not until a flood widened the stream,
Reaching out to me.
The stream now flowed over me
And all around me, completely engulfing,
And life flowed through me.
The stone slowly lost rigidity,
The waters of life eroded me,
I lost the face I knew I had,
But I felt content losing it.
A sense of wholesomeness
In getting fragmented and washed away.
As I went along with the stream,
Powerless in the powerful currents,
I am no longer me.
The rigid stone has lost its existence,
The fragments no longer belonged to it.
The stream has taken over,
And the stone has happily submitted.