stream

Reflections:

There was once a stream who was proud that he flowed from the top of a mountain down to the ocean below.

He told all who would listen how he carved his way around the mountain into the valley and was responsible for filling up the ocean.

The mountain smiled, the wise ocean said thank you and the old toad lavished in the waterfall.

One summer the winds stopped blowing, the clouds disappeared, the sun parched the mountain side and the stream dried up. The old toad asked the spring what happened? 

The spring humbly said, my breath is the wind, my heartbeat the clouds, my body the mountains, my flow the sun. My soul the ocean from where I was born and to where I must now depart.

Jas Jagpal