The River of Life

by Jim Leveroni




Bubbles..... bubbles emerging from the white foam created by
a small dam on a stream whose name I never bothered to learn.
Bubbles, created of the same essence, yet different in many ways,
like so many souls spewed upon the river of life.
Bubbles..... some large, some small, some shot out like arrows
only to burst at the height of their enthusiasm.
Some slow and persistent, some fixed, some spinning,
some clinging to others for dear life.
Some sailing in the mainstream, others lingering indecisively
in little pools along the side, soon to pop,
never having ventured far from the womb.

And out of the millions cast upon this journey, few, very few
seem to have the strength to continue on, moving out of sight.
But, even these eventually burst and return to
the source from which they never really were separated.
As the stream continues on, there are other dams, other rapids and falls,
where once again the Essence manifests Itself in new forms.
The journey continues apparently without end,
yet with each new creation, the bubbles find themselves
in an ever expanding world, a world which is wider, deeper
and full of more wondrous things.

I sit and watch, knowing that a stream becomes a river
and eventually reaches a seemingly infinite sea.
But what of us? Are we not also bubbles on another kind of stream,
knowing not what lies ahead?
Yet we bubbles seem to have a choice..............
The choice is how we make the journey.