Each Day is worth Dying for...

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I am river.

The body of water.

The desire of mountain.

The soul of the world.

 

I take birth,

At some hidden precious place of nature.

Being cradled in the lap of mountain,

Learning to flow from the roving sky.

 

Through sloppy stone beds,

Taking great leaps and strides,

Diving, emerging,

Countless times.

 

Through planes;

Grass lands, crops,

People, civilizations, lives, dreams, desires,

Forming, deforming souls.

 

Into the sea I take...

My last final breath.

The desire of mountain.

And the wish song of my soul.

 

And each day I die;

To take birth again...

In the form of vapour

With the soul...

 

That is transformed, enhanced:

With the wisdom of ocean.

With again the desire/ wish of death

As each day becomes worth dying for.