In a flood of light
the river descends,
playing its eternal game
of building and unbuilding,
flowing endlessly on.

It moves forever forward,
babbling on.
It stops not at any obstacle;
it heeds not day or night.
Its movement is dance,
its language incessant song.

Mingling into the surging waves
of universal life,
it becomes a vast ocean.

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In a flood of light
the river flows on
playing its eternal game
creating and destroying
endlessly.

It moves ever ahead
babbling on, babbling on.
stopping not at any block
heeding neither night nor day.

Its movement is dance;
its language incessant song.
Merging with the surging waves
of universal life,
it becomes an ocean.