We are always one with the river, but seemingly separated at times. What a delicious metaphor for awareness and embodiment.
Awareness is the river—always there, always alive, potent, vital. The whirlpools and eddies are embodiments—for a little while, we show up on the planet; we look separate, we may feel separate, but we are never separated—or independent—for one instant from the grand flow.
© Skye Blaine, 2011
2 thoughts on “river as a metaphor”
Actually, that’s why the river metaphor eventually fails! Because it is moving, and awareness doesn’t move at all…. Still, I find it useful.
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I have always enjoyed the river metaphor. It’s a reminder of choicelessness. The river keeps flowing. I can not stop it. However, after Rupert Spira’s retreat, there is more of a sense of standing still in the middle of the river, quietly watching what it brings along. Perhaps this will expand one day (ha! time!) into the realization that “I am” the river.