The Path of Life: John Oross

Standing along the edge of a wandering brook,
you gaze into the water below.

The reflection of you and the world around
is disturbed by the constant movement of the water
cascading over the bed of rocks.

The sound of all this movement rushes to your ears
adding its voice to the orchestra of life all around.
Yet, with all of this activity, you are strangely at peace.