A River Runs Through It

Through my life,
It flows,
I encounter boulders as I go,
They slow me down,
But never stop me,
They just shape my flow,
Adding to the richness of my landscape,
The ending is unknown.

As it twists and turns,
All I can be is present,
Learning as I meet obstacles along the way,
That change my course,
But never my essence.

The little things,
The little moments,
They are not so little,
This little moment sat by the water,
I reflect where my life has run,
And where it’s yet to flow.

I think about my life,
As a river that runs through it.

The Journey to the Centre of your Soul by Adam Stansbury

This poem is taken from my book The Journey to the Centre of Your Soul

written whilst sitting by a river in the Sierra Nevada mountains last December.

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