A river runs through my soul from my heart to my mind. A river rich in tradition and rich in history lives inside of me. When I rain on the inside so many feelings I am often trying to hide. When I rain from within freeing myself from the trappings of my thoughts is what you are seeing. I am a river.
Life is a river.
A fork in the river is afoot. What was once one body of water flowing is now two as it hits this fork of knowing. The river is the liver. The liver is the giver. The rhyme is the reason and the reason is the rhyme.