Tap Into The Stream

Ever since the first time I read the metaphor about the continuous flow of water to the flow of life, I’ve personally felt drawn to it. I even chose to live in a house adjacent to a small river partly because of this comparison.

We have plenty of reasons to love rivers and streams beyond them being sources of life-giving and life-saving water. Many cities have been founded upon their banks as places to live and thrive as human communities. Hence, the flowing of water is deeply tied to the flow of our lives.

Fluid streams not only flow past us, but within us as arteries and veins circulating vital blood to every living cell and fiber of our bodies. This essential circulation allows us to glide through life itself and to appreciate the flow of life all around and within us. The circulation system is a microcosm of Mother Nature’s water cycle. Water flows on the surface, then evaporates, and falls again as precipitation, so does our lifeblood flow with essential life ingredients, with the depleted blood flowing through the heart and organs, to flow again–refreshed with more ingredients.

The stream of life never stops as it takes us through life from birth to demise. It is in perpetual motion containing everything that we fear and adore. Every moment represents another way to appreciate and feel respect. There is a paradox regarding the stream. In spite of the endless flow, the stream exists in the same place. Without the flow, the water would be a stagnant pool of fluid. So it is with life, life exists within us in the same body, and without the flow we become stagnant as well. To thrive in the river of life we allow ourselves to move forward without losing sight of our authentic, true character.

The streams of life are manifestations and metaphors for the precious, moving, living parts of life within and throughout the world and ourselves.

Namaste

The Blue Jay of Happiness again quotes Herman Hesse. “The river has taught me to listen; you will learn from it, too. The river knows everything; one can learn everything from it. You have already learned from the river that it is good to strive downwards, to sink, to seek the depths.”

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6 Responses to Tap Into The Stream

  1. rawgod says:

    In literature, water is the symbol of life.
    I had no idea when I chose the house we live in now that we have an underground river flowing beneath the back part of our yard, and curving up one side. But I fell in love with the home the minute I walked in — I thought it was the 7 cats curled into the armchair in the living room. When my partner and I came to view it. they looked up for a moment and then went happily back to sleep. If seven cats can live there peacefully, I knew that so could I.
    But over the next two summers I realized that two areas of my yard did not have to be watered, even in the hottest driest times. That was 17 years ago. Everything flourished there, flowers, trees, bushes, even chives and rhubard. And cat nip! Maybe that was why the cats were so happy.
    But it turned out a river, or steady stream, meanders underground through our yard. It is the source of life for my home.

    As for time, and borders, those are figments of our imagination, and on a more personsl level, so is the land we think we own. No, nature owns the land, many of what we call borders are natural borders, the rest are lines only humans can see there, and time is always present — as “in the present”!. The past is always gone — the future never comes.

  2. It is quite remarkable that although we all know that nothing works without water, we still treat this important resource with such indifference.

    BTW: My foreign friends in Vienna never tire of telling their relatives back home that we flush our toilets here with mountain spring water. No joke. Already for around 200 years.

  3. Bronlima says:

    The life of a river flows, .the turbulent mountain streams, widening and
    Slowly meandering towards the sea, where eventually……… I too will be.

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