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One river provides
its journey to the subsequent.
—Alberto Ríos, “When Giving Is All We Have”
I believed it was I giving the journey to you.
You gave your journey to me.
I believed I used to be the top waters,
however I’ve turn out to be your tributary.
Now I carry your turbulence. I carry your calm.
I carry the waters of my very own breaking.
A river follows the identical altering course,
however the water shifting by is at all times new.
Let’s identify this river the river of sorrows.
Let’s identify it the river of affection.
New, is it any surprise I’m startled by this journey?
Outdated, is it any surprise I’m nonetheless longing to offer?
Touring these shores, there are moments
once I really feel each different wave that has ever handed and
really feel each wave that may ever be, and know
myself a share of one thing higher, one thing
beneficiant that’s at all times giving, one thing
ever borrowing from the present of the world.
