The River is Crying

The river is crying.
One can hear its weeping gurgle,
One can feel its chill roar,
One can breathe its sad passage.

Why are you crying, river?

You are on your way to the sea,

To be absorbed in that whole body.


Is it that you fear the loss,

Of your geographic identity,

Within the eclectic ocean?


Remember that your source is limitless,

That it is a part of all,

That it is supplied by all.

The river melds with the sea,
And becomes anonymous,
Pouring deep inside the vast heart,
Expanding its muscled ventricles.


The full sea is living.
One can hear the world's oceanic heartbeat,
One can feel its steady drumbeat,
One can breathe its giving heat.