As I sit here by the river of life, so sacred to the Cherokee, pure and new - giving reflections of life we live through.
Happiness, joy, struggle and hurt, pain and anger and reflections of life - of how we can love - how we can hurt - how we can destroy the life-giving earth.
This night finds me reflective as the beautiful water mirrors, my life and my walk upon this earth. The love and happiness, I feel, the gifts of family, friends and the animals who surround me, as I dwell upon this mountain I call home, a reflection of loneliness fills the home - a place in my heart, where few can enter, a place of sorrow and sadness and wonder, how we can so easily hurt one another?
The river continues its flow and the lonely sad feeling I watch as it goes - traveling down beyond out of sight, and I am reminded of the wonder of life.
A voice I do hear, from deep within, reminds me that all things have an end to its beginning. Remember the circle and how it goes on-carrying the reflections of what we have become.
© Evening Rain - Svhyeyi Aga
April 7, 2001 - 1123pm est