The River Spirit

You can't catch a fish

with your back to the river,

so we face our challenges

and obstacles head on.

it is at this moment where

a kindred spirit is born,

a spirit between mankind

and the Chinook salmon.

All existence gather here,

beginning our Journey

in the river of life.

The Journey is not easy

and is full of snags and boulders.

Sometimes the way is so treacherous,

fear overwhelms our navigation.

We, like the Chinook salmon,

rely upon our spirit,

a spirit always pushing, always driving,

achieving our pursuits and

never giving up.

When we arrive at our

Final destination, 

We shudder in our last breath

But there is life in death.

Some say we give all

in our passing,

but a spirit is carried with us

and is only shared,

and is continuous in its giving.

Where we began, we will end.

We will not stop giving,

and the River Spirit will

always be giving, too.