The water moves
from source to ocean
and back again
never following the same path twice.
The constancy we see is an illusion,
a single drop of water washes over a rock
and then moves on
never to visit that rock again.
Beneath it all
the river bed witnesses the flow
erodes, bends, and transforms.
It neither clings to nor resists the current,
but savours the sensation of every
swirling rapid
plummeting waterfall
and gentle trickle
sensing the aliveness of every moment
with joy and curiosity.