The river has been singing to me
since the beginning—
alive, powerful, unbroken in its devotion
to the path carved by God.

It moves with certainty:
through meadows of ease,
over cliffs of transformation,
through rain, sunlight, shadow, and season—
never questioning its direction,
never abandoning its destiny.

It trusts its own becoming.

The river is a mirror
for the truth rising in every soul:
a return to coherence,
a return to expression,
a return to the divine unfolding
already encoded within us.

For a time, I tried to out-swim its wisdom—
thinking power lived upstream.

But the river whispered a higher truth:
your life moves forward
because you were designed to move forward.

The holy waters inside me—
the CSF rising through the spine,
the pulse in my fascia,
the tide in my blood—
all spoke the same language:

Truth flows.
Always.

My voice, my intuition, my emotion—
not burdens,
but instruments
of the sacred river within.

What felt like resistance
was simply the body asking to be free.

And when I stopped gripping the edge
and surrendered to the pull,
I found myself carried by something
wiser than my fear
and stronger than my mind.

Flow revealed my power.
Surrender revealed my authority.
Trust revealed my path.

Now, I move with life—
allowing myself to be shaped,
softened,
and led by the current designed just for me.

This is the journey back to oneness—
with God,
with destiny,
with the truth that has always lived in my body.

I no longer search for the sea.
I become it.

And the river knows the way.