Resistence

There are so many dips and swells,
All so different, all coming and going.
The river winds the bend, the currents
Change direction. Where are you heading?
Out into the choppy waters, dreams float
By one by one, as sun sets in brilliance.
It is not a set stream, or what is expected.
Everything is a turmoil, unplanned, you
Have to feel your way, know which is
Buffeting your bow and plan from there.
Otherwise you are lost on this big wide
Stretch, never knowing what lies in store
Around the bend. A teacher of life lived
Well and watching it all pass in front of you.
Dwelling in the interior places of soul.