Rivers hardly ever run
In a straight line.
Rivers are willing to take
ten thousand meanders
And enjoy every one
And grow from every one ~
When they leave a meander
They are always more
Than when they entered it.
When rivers meet an obstacle,
They do not try to run over it;
They merely go around ~
But they always get to the other side.
Rivers accept things as they are,
Conform to the shape they find the world in ~
Yet nothing changes things more than rivers;
Rivers move even mountains into the sea.
Rivers hardly ever are in a hurry ~
Yet is there anything more likely
To reach the point it sets out for
Than a river ?
Author: James Dillet Freeman