Floating on the river of life

IT happened after it touched her. She awakened in an early morning daze; her movement was now of a river, which had been reflecting the light of the sun, kissing her gently, giving birth to a tender, fresh, childlike innocence.

A vision was presented to her, a 'very familiar' view, she said. A sensation she had always felt with the wake of each morning light.

The art in every depth had now surfaced, after a blurry horizon sitting in a halt for years. The sun rose behind, or over, the inflamed horizon - or is it the movement of the river? In a curious tone, she whispers with a deep sigh: "This river has me in its clutches - my senses are not with me anymore."

We hear her, speaking so poetically, her whispers ... echoing, all over.

Is it her poetic perception, or is it an approach, rather different from what or how we normally perceive life on a daily basis?

Are we curious enough to let go of our past impressions which have formed our current views on life - to let go of things we hold on to so dearly? Is curiosity, in fact, bravery?

Her childlike innocence now perceives every moment with the light of curiosity, details on the surface (horizon) she has never witnessed before, sitting behind the window of perception, once misted by old impressions.

Bewildered, she whispers: "Every moment is a breath of life; I inhale then exhale without holding the breath. I want my every moment to stay in a constant flow, with fresh new waves in the river of life, a fresh new breath each time.

"I do not wish to hold my moments nor my breaths any more. This holding on, has choked me enough, all these years.

"I am now the dhow, floating on the river of life. I am steered by it, I no longer steer it as it has taken over me. This flow, a constant movement, is my path ... my destiny."