The River of Soul

From one source
We are but tributaries
Hidden by ignorance
Flowing where life takes us



Cold and deadening at times
Hot and frothing at others
Ever changing our force and course
Yet held back by boundaries

Breaching when storm rouses
Calming into playfulness
Sometimes in full spate
At times needing respite

Steep falls that thrill
Hurdles meant to chill
Flowing around and over
Through crevices and holes

A steady path set by predecessors
And yet infinite variety defines us
Which aspect of me do you know
What will you judge, when will you grow?

Ever changing and yet constant
Predictable but full of surprises
I am not that one thing you think
Don't limit yourself, don't typecast me.