The River. The water of life
goes on and on, on and on.
We can't stop it and we can't know it.
Can we trust it?
Thoughts fade and forms die.
Passions rise and fall.
The waters sweep it all away.
We could lose it all.
The River. The water of life
goes on and on, on and on.
We can't stop it and we can't know it.
Can we let go?
Breathe it and dance it.
We watch our concepts fall away.
There is no ground to stand on.
For every thought, we pay
The River...
We dive into the current,
Abandon that which shored us up.
Now we trust or die
Aware of the water, the moment, this note...
The River, the water, the moment.