My life is like a river
By: Joe Attanasio 2011
As the mountain stream my life starts small.
My consciousness is fed from the trickles of life around me.
I start to grow as I absorb my surroundings.
Each drop of meaning builds my character.
As I grow I take on a path of my own.
I am guided by the slope around me.
I funnel my energies in one direction.
I grow stronger, surer of myself.
I start to overcome obstacles in my path.
I forge my future.
I start to race towards my destiny.
I am unstoppable.
The slope is less steep now.
I fight the urge to wander.
I have to keep moving.
I am always moving.
I broaden my horizons.
My spirit becomes at ease as I finish my journey.
I grow much slower at this time of my life.
My purpose is still strong, my drive very sluggish.
The end is near.
My life almost finished.
I am greeted by a great unknown.
I am about to die.
I am disappearing into oblivion.
No, wait, I am merging with the giant mass.
We are becoming one.
The lesser into the greater
I lose my identity.
I am still alive.
I am scattered but also whole.
I am part of something very powerful.