Time, an Untamed Beast

The River is the source of all nourishment - the source of all obstacles.
The River is the source of all life - the source of all death.
The River is the source of all joy - and the source of all sorrow.
Yet the River has no joy - and the River has no sorrow.
The River is just the River.

One can flow harmoniously with the River - or one can struggle fearfully against the River - and the River just flows.
One can accept the River - or one can deny the River - and the River just flows.
One can worship the River of Life - or one can curse the River of Life - and the River just flows.

There is nothing to do - and the River flows.
There is nothing to say - and the River flows.
There is nothing to think - and the River flows.
There is nothing to feel - and the River flows.
The River flows - and all else is our drama.
The River flows - and all else is our invention.

I choose to flow with the River of Life.

Time, an Untamed Beast
    by Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Time, an untamed beast,
awaits its funeral feast.
I choose inner peace.