Mysterious Rivers

 River and man tumble and change faith together. They live and lived for centuries ; wherever  he ran man ran too. They hid themselves through deep  caverns and caves , through places and domes and beyond deep forests , vanished in the deserts ,erupted in  forlorn islands ,tore the heart of earth:  man  always found them, for  gods are  always  mysterious and hidden ; we seek them ,because we need them -direly .

 From Nile to Ganges and Ganges to Tiber and Tiber to Indus , they are the our witness of progress , of change ,and of transgression . Innumerable civilizations culminated before their eyes : they saw the zenith and fall of the man , but only raised their drowsing eyes and hymned their own way through the  meanders of  countless time.  They are  the  symbol of fertility and happiness ,  joy and sorrow, and of death and birth. Once annoyed ; hard to reconcile :  they flood the land in their rage , scatter  cities into straws ,palaces into relics and plain into marshes. Man prayed and erected altars and temples and chanted in humble supplications : sacrificed fat beasts and fresh youth  to please the father of Daphne ,who will shower fruits and crops and milk and honey and naiads upon them. Their rusty water is cure for all ills ,they melt away the sins and the dead ascend to heaven from their murky shores. They grow, but all eternal , three and yet one, an embodiment of  a holy trinity, from which they sprawl and sprawl , and never end.  

Ramases II, sitting along the chief gods of Heliopolis ,Memphis, and Thebes , and the rising sun illumining them and the inner most sanctuary with a vain  pride of centuries ;  down  there vast Nile  stretched ,once impending doom , now calm like a  stoic who bears all pain in  hope of eternal exultation. It witnessed the self possessed eccentric Pharaoh : whose  name was a holy awe , the incarnate  god   ;the holders of the twin serpents and the sole possessor of Sahara , now hordes of them  reclined in their vaults  rusting into clay . It tells them , Look yea  pride of the past : I am  perpetual .

 They came here  thousands of years ago : settled in tribes ,and called themselves Sindhu (Hindu). Long before the rise of  any other civilization they knew the  superb art of perfect living. They travelled  downwards to the valleys more fertile, and sought refuge by the shore of Ganges .The river once kissed the feet of their Savior ,who  ascended from heaven to bring  an end to the chaos and confusion - long ago ; now its the power of Ganges  , the drops  of which revive life and restore energy of the dying worshipers .A holy  bind for them to wash away  dark sins in the dark waters ,and sail in urn to heaven on the dusky waves.

They had an aim to avenge their sacked honour ; thus they sweeped through the bellowing waters and  flocked to the city of Troy  , along  their chief  Agamemnon , who in pursuit of a mad ambition slaughtered his own flesh to gain victory by death. This one man (Achilles)  who altered the fate of the nations , and turned history to a new course , proved his valour by  inflicting a humiliating defeat to  the pride Priam who humbled himself in the dead of night  , was once  dipped into the Styx whose waters made him invulnerable ; and then  Charon , faried  him across the land of living to the land of dead.

I am the one who annoyed his Master and dived into the river "But he cried from the depths of darkness, 'There is no god but Thee: glory to Thee! I was indeed wrong!' " (xxi. 87). (37.143).This was to be the burial and the grave of Jonah. If he had not repented, he could not have got out of the body of the creature that had swallowed him, until the Day of Resurrection, when all the dead would be raised up. (37.144)  Pharaoh issued the decree ;and God whispered in her heart , she threw Mosses in Nile : thus raised enemy in the house of enemy. "Why hath yea taken god besides Him" said Mosses. "We needed a visible god to sing and pray and wreathe him with flowers and garlands , and he howls to see us in our joyous adoration" they  replied. "Indeed, yea have done a great wrong , now unsheathe your swords and repent" . Saul said "Yea  shall be tested by water" ."None  will sip water of the river";. " But we  have not the heart to face Goliath and his  army  today" the Israelites said , and lost the grit. His ways  are mysterious ; He   knows the creature from their instincts, and we petty creature can never fathom His  high Wisdom.

Rivers divide us into friends  and foes, clans and tribes , countries and nations and into life and death. We  wade across their wild bosoms in little canoes or great fleets ; harness them in petty  lakes or monstrous dames .Sometime   we built frivolous  bridges to unite them ; still division is division , it cannot be abolished  by  thin bonds  , which go down  with a   slightest  reckoning. Clash of civilizations cannot be knitted together by loose patches of superficial friendship. Hatred exist deep in  the remotest corner of the mind- we may reject it, but it    lurks in  like an unseen God.

From the Great Egg, when Chaos fumed up , and Being came into being ,Chakkra  existed. From the silvery river of eternity to the  dark river of dissolution , from the coils of unconscious to the world of senses : they are the   core of power , stubbornly resisting  ,unyielding , constant  in conflict. with us. We need their power to boom , to gain bounties , to have  manna and flesh  ; they tempt us , and  often sway us in their furrows .They  give us life and death and  purge  us to confer eternity  .We can't think to exist without them. They are our  gateways  to Heaven and  Hell.