The rivers of time
Flow on and on
Through hours and days
Never ~ reversing the current,
Gathering the debris
Of natures ways
Which drifts ~ idly
To the shores,
Having overcome
The melonge of obstacles
And their many jagged edges.
Nirvana eases the flow
So the moving waters merge
In the gentle tranquillity
Of ~ the sang-froid Lake of Life.
(c) Zydha Hart 2003