Gently Down the Stream

Gently Down the Stream

Knotted, jadedness, knocks on the window,
Seeking to fill the Stream of the Giver of Life.
How time dashes quickly before your sight,
Where truth becomes a seemingly vague dream.
As the boat drifts down the river stream,
Floods the mind, with numerous empty memories,
That kills the truth in truth.
Clever fat raindrops imitates snow from a distant memory;
Happy tears that look like sadness from within.
Who, to be judged, is to assume judgement on another,
For truth as malleable as the ripples?
And who am i, to deserve not to be judged;
if i had vested the stream with the very powers-
To swallow or keep me afloat?

~erniebernie~


Got "inspiration" from watching the slowing drizzle outside the window where i was fooled by the fat raindrops with sightings of snow in Singapore.

Food for thought: if u do not want to be judged, why do you still vest the powers in others, for them to judge you?