The River Flows Outside, We Can Hear Her Song

BY REBECCA ESCHENROEDER

The river flows outside.

We can hear her song.

We can feel her flow.

She reminds us of the constant shift and change of life…of breath.

She reminds us of the cleansing and the clearing that occurs the moment we stop resisting the current and the tide.

We listen to the river as she assures us that life will carry on (just as it is meant to).

The river flows outside.

We can hear her song.

And it is ours…

Flowing into eternity.

We are infinite.

Rebecca Eschenroeder’s book, “Collecting Feathers” is available worldwide. Order directly from her website!

This poem was originally published on Great Abiding Yoga and is reprinted here with the permission of the author.

Photo by Angie Lopez on Unsplash

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