I adore rivers, the lifeblood of a country. They are curvy, feminine, sinuous and magical.

Flowing down the riverway I touch first one bank then the other
For nothing stays my course.  I carve my way
Through hillside, valley, slowly gently moving.
Whatever shape I make in this I stay contained
           But ever moving...
Moving on, restless sometimes: tumbling, cascading
In little waterfalls along the way.

Sometimes still and deep, I settle in some cosy hollow
And rest peacefully, let other creatures live in this soft stillness.
           Everywhere I appear different, everywhere
           I change my shape and sound form
           But never change the watery substance of my being.

All the rest is movement, flow and force.
My nature and my substance stays the same
            And so my goal.

Nothing stops my flow towards the sea
Towards the great, encompassing Mother of my Being.