The River Flows by Simeon Hendrix

Whether I thrash, whether I quit. Whether I sprint, whether I scream. Whether I celebrate, whether I regret. Whether I breathe, whether I focus, whether I exhale, whether I kneel, whether I humble and bathe in gratitude, or whether I walk in ungrateful selfish attitude - the river flows.

Through all my humanity, vanity, grandeur, giving, pleading, asking, receiving, seeking - the river flows. Through all my obsessions, feelings of importance, feelings of insignificance, life, death - the river flows. The earth turns. Energy moves. God is. The wind blows. The leaf carried.

Humility. Passion. Anxiety, Movement. Gratitude. Love. Love for myself and love for another. Love for another. Giving of myself for another. Compassion.

Thoughts stacked upon miles and miles. Words filled upon an endless horizon of books - a fly buzzing going mad attempting to explain. Today is the only day. I am a leaf. I am a straw dog. Thank you, God, for my life.

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