The Story of a River

a water drop
on a cloud in the sky
doesn't think about
where it is going,
or why it is floating;
it just floats.

a trickle of water
high on a mountain,
doesn't think about
where it is going,
or why it is flowing;
it just flows.

a waterfall pouring itself
into a deep gorge,
doesn't think about
where it is falling,
or why it is gushing;
it just falls.

a river meandering along
vast open plains,
doesn't think about
where it is going,
or why it is wandering;
it just changes course.

this river once was
a drop of water in a cloud in the sky,
a trickle on a mountain up high,
a waterfall plunging into a chasm,
and now a mighty river,
finding its way to the ocean.

the water drop did not worry
about becoming a trickle,
the trickle did not worry
about becoming the waterfall,
the waterfall did not worry
about becoming a river;
the river did not worry
about meeting the vast ocean.

each expressed itself,
each celebrated itself,
each lived its life,
with no hopes, no desires,
but to fulfill itself -
an endless story
of a love for life,
to enjoy the ride
in the river of life!