A river is an interesting metaphor for our desires.
Are they a raging torrent, destroying all in its path,
or are our desires a mere trickle, gurgling and bubbling along without care?
Are they crystal clear, so transparent that we can fathom their deepest reaches,
or are they murky, muddied, a turmoil of silt and sediment and detritus?
Are our desires flowing over firm bedrock,
or do they constantly mingle with unstable, inconsistent foundations?
Do we take advantage of stepping stones provided for us,
or do we dive in, skilled swimmers or not?
Do we regard forecasts or warnings or advice,
or do we strike our own path?
How do we harness our desires; conserve our desires; enable our desires to create a better world?
May your desires bless and enrich all you encounter.
May your desires bless you.
Are they a raging torrent, destroying all in its path,
or are our desires a mere trickle, gurgling and bubbling along without care?
Are they crystal clear, so transparent that we can fathom their deepest reaches,
or are they murky, muddied, a turmoil of silt and sediment and detritus?
Are our desires flowing over firm bedrock,
or do they constantly mingle with unstable, inconsistent foundations?
Do we take advantage of stepping stones provided for us,
or do we dive in, skilled swimmers or not?
Do we regard forecasts or warnings or advice,
or do we strike our own path?
How do we harness our desires; conserve our desires; enable our desires to create a better world?
May your desires bless and enrich all you encounter.
May your desires bless you.