Friday, December 10, 2010

the river piedra

By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the water of this river - leaves, insects, the feathers of birds - is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?

That is why I write --
o try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.

So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. Only then - in the words of one of the saints - will the water extinguish what the flames have written."

-words from a book by Paulo Coelho,
my favorite author

Now, my story...

There I was.
Lamenting in my own River Piedra

Mourning for the transformation

of love into loss,
of hope into aridity,
of magic into illusion,
and of tears into stone.

"All love stories are the same."

I, too, have written my tale.
I, too, have let my tears run me dry.

Let the poignant remnants of reminiscences be carried away by the current.
Let the water cleanse me of the hurt, pain and regret.

For by the River Piedra,

Solitude is my salvation.
Truth is my comfort.
Tranquility is my peace...

By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept.

1 comment:

virgil said...

...through delight and despair, a heart that holds love stays stronger -than ever. :)
piedra's not the only river. have you tried amazon..?! :D
'la lang.
just dropped by to greet the day,
-a happy,happy birthday rhea dokie..!:)