The stream of life

Skipped like a stone upon the stream of life,
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.

The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.

I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments serene or sorrowful,
a handful of pain or a dream that reclaims truth..
The dam in your mind
can’t corral the overflowing thoughts
let them just flow without drowning.

Calm as a bonfire shapeless in the wind
once I was lost there, now in chaos I swim.
Whether the stream is still or flowing fast
there's something you must retain,
its the ability to navigate
the waters when you wish to scream
to save yourself its not too late.
Something to keep you on the path of
wherever you wish to float,
you may be submerged, lost in the wake of what you fear is your fate
but it would be a mistake to make assumptions.
The cause of your souls consumption may be you believe its already too late.

If you remain rigid as a stone
unbent but chipped away
degrading in the rays of light and rain,
time will test what remains
you may be dust flung in the wind
but particles paraded in space can only ascend
do not succumb to staleness when there's a wealth of wonder to behold!
Within and without you
its all the same
me you and the stream which carries us all
the ingredients are identical and inseparable.

Skipped like a stone upon the stream of life
its a privilege to get this chance
to perceive and dance in delight
atop or below the surface,
so never feel worthless or nervously numb
you deserve every moment, the ones that have passed and the ones yet to come❤️