Rivers Hardly Ever
by James Dillet Freeman

Rivers hardly ever run in a straight line.
Rivers are willing to take ten thousand meanders
and enjoy every one
and grow from every one–
when they leave a meander,
they are always more
than when they entered it.
When rivers meet an obstacle,
they do not try to run over it;
they merely go around,
but they always get to the other side.
Rivers accept things as they are,
conform to the shape they find the world in–
yet nothing changes things more than rivers;
rivers move even mountains into the sea.
Rivers hardly ever are in a hurry,
yet is there anything more likely
to reach the point it sets out for than a river?

(Not found on a meander around the web…went old school for this one & found it in a book)
Namaste