The age old river flowing seamlessly,
collecting memories and desires,
hopes and lost dreams
as it slithers over rocks and crags.
Many a miles it has covered,
many more to go.
It offers itself up to absolve you
of your past sins and crimes.
It offers its liquid soul to refresh yours,
to take a dip into its ancient state and emerge into a new life.

The river that never stops dreaming, never stops breathing
the river that never lies dead,
It carries life within its many depths.
It invites you to look within
and ponder upon questions of life and death.

The water’s call is treacherous and erotic,
it lures you to take your final breath under its mesmerizing surface.

Listen closely for it speaks,
imparting its ancient wisdom,
See well for it emanates
its archaic knowledge in an age where men have forgotten to listen, to observe.
The water’s call carries a silent dread of the permanent
to which we humans have turned a blind eye to

The river shows you what life has been and what it could be.

The water carries both life and ferries the dead.
It connects both the current and the nether world.

The collective sighs of a millennia are contained within its many layers.
Strip each one after the another, and still its secrets remain.