The River

Carina von Tormes

There was once a river. He ran down the mountain and was already dreaming of the sea. One day he noticed the clouds over it. They were beautiful and headstrong. The river would have one by itself. But the clouds dodged. Suddenly the wind blew and swept away all the clouds. The river fell had no lust for life. He wanted
die. Why should he live, if there were no more clouds?

That night, however,, turned the river into itself. He had never seen his inner. And he heard himself cry. And he discovered something very important. He recognized, that the clouds were just water. And that he himself was water.

The next day he saw the blue sky for the first time in his life. I had never noticed him. On the night he was in his heart flow the image of the full moon. He could not imagine not so much beauty. Later, the clouds came again, but he would have no more. He recognized, that he should not run after them, that he could be himself and was able to enjoy its beauty.

Thich Nhat Hanh
Translation Carina