Flow

The river never argues

with the stones that line its bed—

it bends, it swirls, it dances,

and keeps on moving ahead.

It does not curse the mountain

for standing in its way,

it simply finds a gentler path

and greets another day.

We, too, can learn from water—

to soften where we cling,

to trust the quiet current

that life is offering.

When plans dissolve like ripples

and tides undo our sand,

perhaps it is the ocean’s way

to guide, not reprimand.

Flowing isn’t giving up,

it’s breathing with the whole—

it’s knowing peace can still exist

when we release control.

So ease your grasp on “should have,”

let “must be” drift downstream;

each moment has its rhythm,

each turn, its hidden gleam.

The river finds the ocean

not by force or fight—

but by surrender, patient trust,

and following the light.