I awoke and fell into the river. I don’t know if I jumped. My home bank faded away. It wasn’t ever there.
The sweeping current is my new reality. I still breathe easily, so I relax a bit.
Focusing on river chaos was my habitat for a while, always relaxed, why not? Go with the flow and don’t drown, I guess.
The familiar while ended and I slid into a new bank, grateful.
It was an alien bank and welcome, completely unknown. The left behind is away, absurd to ponder. I love this unknown bank. Though we are both filthy, we turn our back on the chaotic froth.
No time for the gone. I barely survived and strode ashore. The gone is gone.
No confidence, only happy for a new shore to explore. Broken spirit? Fractured mind? Dead ego? These questions arise and fade away with better goals replacing them.
Exhausted, I tend towards kindness, perhaps pleading for mercy of a newly arrived traveler? I am found, perhaps?! My new friends surrounding me are me.
A new shore, anciently familiar. I can sleep peacefully again. The awakening cycles through difficulty and ease.