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Does a river only begin when we name it?

Does it end when we call it the sea?

Does it continue no matter our perception

And remain what it’s meant to be?

We package time in neat little boxes

Labeled days and minutes and hours,

As if eternity never existed,

As if seeds were not already flowers.

Life is like that flowing river,

Sourced from a cycle just out of our view.

A moment is like a seed planted

An achievement ere anyone knew.

Forward and onward and back around

Through eternity the rivers continue.

Beginnings and endings are but labels and words.

Empty boxes on shelves within you 

July 2023