flowing river

My friend bade farewell at the Yellow Crane House,

And went down eastward to Willow Valley
Amid the flowers and mists of March.
The lonely sail in the distance
Vanished at last beyond the blue sky
And I could see only the river
Flowing along the border of heaven.

By Li Po

jpr: It has been said one's life flows as on a river with forests dark, and danger filled on either side. So let the flow go and keep off forbidden shores as it were.