River Nature

with the most necessary,
intimate drink of life
the river
moves.


sometimes wide and gentle
caressing the edges of its bed with ease.
sometimes fierce in its trusting,
reaching into frontier land
beyond
what it seems to know.

always - flowing where it is able.
able as in doable and laughable
and hardly even thinkable.
able just the same.

the river needs to move.

generous in its offering.
splitting and threading away from itself,
bestowing life and connection
when it finds a place to land,
absorbed, released, falling
and river yet again.

though the vulnerable heart might be strangled
by the most captivating dense, dark and deep
love’s spring knows the sleepy pockets,
hidden cracks and grateful channels
through which it might slip and drip
working it’s way to a full cascade.

love moves.
who knows how the landscape might change.

            -gina greene / ojai yoga crib - 2013