WHERE MANY RIVERS MEET All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. And so I float on cloud become water, central sea surrounded by white mountains, the water salt, once fresh, clouds fall and stream rush, tree root and tide bank leading to the rivers' mouths and the mouths of the rivers sing into the sea, the stories buried in the mountains give out into the sea and the sea remembers and sings back from the depths where nothing is forgotten. -David Whyte
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"Where Many Rivers Meet"
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"Where Many Rivers Meet"
by David Whyte
Feb 28, 2022
"Where Many Rivers Meet"