This Thing Called Life.
I have parted the wild horse’s mane and gathered treasures in the vase. I have read the ways of the Scholar Warrior and pondered Lao-Tzu.
I have tried to live my life like the river, forever flowing. Around large obstacles and washing away small ones. Working on those in between until resolved.
I think I have been doing it wrong.
I have allowed certain challenges affect dangerous meandering. Impediments that should have eroded, instead unnaturally influenced my way.
I am now learning how to listen to my soul, and let it shift my course. To avoid the dark morass that will leach my energy and cloud the water.
I hear birds chirping ahead.