The Other Shore

No behind, dear
and no before

We need nothing less
and we need nothing more.

This world is a place
made for us to explore

Until we reach the other shore.

Life begins on the banks of a great river
when we wade into these crystalline waters
and are swept away by a wandering current.

Sometimes, this current is so gentle. . .
drawing us down stream quite pleasantly
and allowing us to marvel at all the scenery.

Other times, the current is harsh and unforgiving;
with tempestuous waves, and icy fingers,
which leave us battling furiously just to stay afloat. 

But in all cases, this is the fate we have been given;

To be eternally swept down steam
carried by waters that are beyond our control
until, at last, we take it upon ourselves to cross this great river
and to reach the other shore.

Now, of course - the conditions for this crossing can vary too.

For some, their meeting with the other shore 
happens quite spontaneously
as if by accident.

For others, it comes through careful planning
or rigorous training
or building a boat, and learning exactly how to work with the winds.

And for most of us;
the journey may well be a matter of struggle;
as we fight this relentless tide
and brave the burning cold
and battle for every last breath.

Yet still - 
we must take comfort in the knowledge that
no effort is wasted here.

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Sadly, the other shore cannot uproot itself 
in order to come looking for us.

But at the vanishing point of every horizon,
and in the silence between our every thought,
and in the space where shadows merge with light -
you will find it.

That sanctuary for all weary travellers.

A place this not just beyond life - but beyond death too.

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