The River

This river flows from that tree,
And it washes the people who bathe in it
Permanently, once and for all, and it feeds
The people that drink from it, the people
Who rely on it for sustenance are not
Disappointed. This river is the full measure
Of all that is good, and those who live near it
Do not lack wisdom, because they lean on it,
Have faith in it, trust it: live by it.
They allow the water to fill them, as though they are simply
Jars, pots, vessels, anything that the water might
Choose to fill; you see, the people who live
By this river have chosen to become the river,
And so they empty themselves of their own
Murky water in order to be filled with
That which they desire.

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