The river sits here, now. It is timeless in its essence.
Movement and stillness are present at once.
Each moment, it is new, yet each moment is an infinity.
Expansive beyond this sapient mind.
The river does not hold to its sinuous bank, nor does the leaf cling to its branch.
All is in a state of letting go.
Everything is constantly dying and being reborn.
This rise and fall of being is the breath of the universe itself.
Photo courtesy of the author.