In its own natural time and pace the river flows.
The water flowing slowly or rushing swiftly...
depending on the terrain and the season.
So too - with a great love.
"Sometimes our love will roar...
like the water rushing through a mountain gorge.
Sometimes our love will lie silent, still and contained,
like the water we find in the many deep pools.
Sometimes our love will flow as gentle...
as a river emptying into the ocean."
The sun shines and the wind blows...
and high in the mountains - the rain falls.
To begin the above process over and over again.
Timothy E. Stevenson December 10, 2000 ©
John Welwood, Journey Of The Heart, P.73