At first, I was ambivalent about posting this.
My river of choice is the river of goodness.
But then I realized this fits
as a companion to the river metaphor.
We are all our own special river
gliding within the river of goodness.
Moving with each other along the way
to the immense and immeasurable ocean of infinity.
"That unfathomed, boundless sea"...
however, and I mean no disrespect, but
yes, the grave is silent to us, but is it silent on the other side?
Who knows? There may be music and dancing.
Namaste'
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