The Truth of the river will always....
There was a beautiful valley and a river flowed through the center of it,
feeding everything with the essence of its existence.
People came, curious and questioning and proceeded to stand along the banks and watch the waters of the river flow.
A man came one day and asked them what they were looking at.
One turned and described the beautiful river stones that edged the river and how the waters sculpted out wonderful designs and how they saw the stones and admired the beautiful creations within them.
Another turned and described the wonderful assortment of plants that grew around the river and also on it's banks, and how they provided shelter for the myriad of insects, small aquatic lifeforms, and various other organisms that inhabited there.
Another turned and spoke of the little rivulets that ran off the river from the sides and varied throughout the valley feeding and nurturing it continuously.
Another spoke of the sun sparkling off the water as it gently flowed through the valley.
Still another spoke of the gentle currents and waves that danced along.
They spoke of the motion of the water and how it constantly flowed, never the same, always changing in every moment but yet, the same river.
The man who asked the question stood awestruck at the mysteriously diverse beauty he witnessed and was profoundly touched.
He realized that though they were all talking about the same river, seen through different eyes with varying perceptions of the essence of it, ..............the river continued to flow in it’s own being, ............expressing itself only through those who experienced it.
He left the riverside, ............ in the knowing ,....... that no matter how it is described, ......
.......as long there is listening …......the Truth of the river will always be.........
........ and will always........... get expressed.