A little reading.
For water.
What do you care about my works in this world?
You flow around sharp stones and turn them into round boulders.
With time,
Nothing will be left.
But the sand on the bottom of the sea.
So why should I care about my work in the world?
When do you flow?
Regardless.
Water is so ancient and resilient.
And we are so dependent on it.
The water returns back to the source,
To the ocean,
Where it is mixed with salt,
Where it stays forever.
Until the world becomes as it once was.
Just water.
And a little bit of earth hidden as potential under the waves.
But for now.
.
.
We're here.
In its way.
In the way of the water.
And we are dependent on it its eternal wisdom.
Teaches us.
Nourishes us.
Most of all.
It shows us.
Freedom and diversity.
Because for Water.
There is no definition.
It changes its shape and form and speed.
And consistence.
And we are as well ever flowing.
And we cannot protect ourselves.
From the pollution that is brought to us,
From things that fall into us,
That cross our path,
But we can flow over and around them.
And even if by accident we absorb some of this dirt,
We flow and we get filtered through other obstacles in life and we begin to be more and more pure.
More and more the same.
And never the same.
Water is the most eternal thing.
And knit.
The most ever-changing and never the same.
It is always in the moment.
Unique and if you take a snapshot,
A picture of a river,
It will not be a picture of that river in that moment anymore.
Because even in a blink of an eye.
Even during the same Fleeing moment One snapshot and another will be different.
You can never capture the river.
It is long gone.
And yet it is.
Always there.
