I need a new river to swim in.
“look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.”
Alice Walker
The river is the consciousness of humanity. Sure I can go for a dip. Continually, no. Can I create beauty in such a flow? Never. It deadens my soul.
My body never lies. I can’t walk across the floor for the pains in my joints. Energy never lies. If I don’t look well this swim is not good for my soul.
Heraclitus, the Greek philosopher, once said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
I think my difficulty is I’ve certainly changed. I revel in the constant new discovery. Feeling the more I learn, the less I know.
However, the river of humanity is both in constant flux. But seems to consist of whirlpools of repetitions. The same patterns. With just new victims.
How can you possibly declare any love. Any values. In a world that was on the brink of Polio eradication – where genocide threatens mass cases. Where war has left one of only two hotspots prevailing.
I don’t want to swim in this river. I want a new fresh tributary – which allows for enough new to dilute the old cycles of disease. Destruction and decay.
Perhaps we could cleanse the river. Making it possible to nourish all souls. Unconditionally so.
We have all the resources for clean water throughout the world. We just lack the consciousness to feel all are deserving.
How anyone. Everyone cannot feel this pollution of the river is beyond me. I can no longer be separate. It’s not an option to not feel sick after a dip into the collective.
Is the river changing me? Or just making me sick? Am I in any way changing the river – or is this took fanciful to believe?