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The simple flow that enchants the living kind mesmerises everybody. Ideally, the truth that comes out of it is not alone in nature but, is universal. Monday, Tuesday,  Wednesday or may it be any day, the truth that flows out of it never dies down. The quantum leaps that this symbol takes in sustaining us every day is definitely more than commendable. 

Flow as life flows in us, 

flow as mercury fills the mould and clears the previous one,

flow as smooth as you can, 

one day the flow has to stop, then what?

Till the last drop left, till my sweet evaporates,

tilll the thing that jeopardises everything else comes back to the mould to drink,

I will continue to feel that little touch of yours,

that on touching does not pinch,

that on throwing simply takes off from the hand and never comes back,

until forcefully brought back.

The path of flow is not known to the innocent,

it simply follows orders.

From the source to the destination,

everything is scary,

leaping from object to object,

almost floating in air,

changing that state is not under its control.

Poor drop, that flows out so effortlessly,

better than silk flowing out of a ring,

smoothering its edges (if any) clings to the place where intended,

just like a child that clings to the mother.

Watching the flow, I see something Godlike.

because it God is in the child, 

and the child is in the flow.

So, Lord! You are flowing life in us.