The River of Life

The green leaves of spring
fill the once open spaces 
as I set my gaze toward Spirit River.
It is there, flowing with the speed 
of recent rainfall, yet I cannot see it.
A glimpse here, a glimpse there, as I sit 
on my deck—the quiet observer.

Just so is the river of life: 
invisible yet constant, 
mysterious yet accessible,
within my reach, yet seeming 
beyond my grasp, available 
always through the spaces that allow a view.

An energy alive and obtainable in every moment
to lift hearts, open minds to possibility,
toward expansion, toward ever-flowing grace. 
I bring my gaze to the open spaces,
rest my mind and heart in the flow,
here and now, always within.