Creaking oarlocks take us out
Into the pale fog mist
This holy river
Ganges
Ancient oarsman rowing
Slowly . . . without effort
Drifting with the current
Muddy vein of life
Unending
Mother of the world.
Great cities come and go along her shore
He tells me
Mighty temples rise up over centuries
Adoring God
Then fall to earth
Forsaken by him
As this timeless current flows
As
this water
Passes
by
Forever.
Bruce, this is deep! What a great perspective as life ebbs and flows through timeless changes.
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