The Bed named 'I'!

The recesses of this void...

I go through a river of drama, the river that ends in the dead sea. This rushing of my breath the bed underneath stays still...it holds me in its presence and it directs me to the end... Every life merges in that end... The sea doesn't differentiate between the paths taken... The havoc made and creation that happened... It know only one that is dissolution... Filling this land; all that is taken & given, ends in the sea... The harvest and the flood, the rains and the rivals, dreams and goals, everything that is known... Ends in this one & only voyage towards the vast all-encompassing void...till it reaches close the time of reflection is undone...when it starts it just fills and spills on the path. Yet all that is done to undo happens in a presence... The river has a bed and that's what keeps it effervescent... The bed is the witness to floods and the harvest, the springs & the falls, the dry and the wet. The bed knows to keep its course, it knows the delta, it knows what it holds... This river called Life is what flows through the bed called I...The only truth that stands high... So all thats called 'MY'...is Memory over this I... Layers and waves that holds all above & below... Death is just to empty the river but this "I" expands and holds that sea... It holds everything that's stands still and flows, that blooms and snows! So Surrender to this presence the bed called 'I'.

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