Following the words of tongue
that flow like rivers,
coming from different streams.
Each can venture on different
meanings, like the flow carrying petals
of indifference upon
the riptide of contemplation.
Even though everyone shall drink from
the knowledge flowing, each taste
may divide from another and even
though the source maybe the same.
Every sunrise is minutely different from
yesterday.
Gleaming on the flow of words, the reflection
upon each maybe not the taste of others.
Let us not differ on the source, but let us drink
quietly upon the reflection that with
every drink brings ripples of reflection upon
all that drink from the knowledge that is swallowed.
There is one source and we are all part of its meaning.