Q. Thought you might enjoy this. One of my favorite poems from J. Krishnamurti. (excerpt from mp3) The river was everything, ….. The river was so indifferent to their joy and sorrow; it was so deep, there was such weight and power behind it; it was terribly alive and so dangerous. The flashing river by day was now the light of the sky, enchanted, dreaming and lost in its beauty and love. In this light, ….It was light; thought and feeling had no part in it, they could never gi