One goes deep into the flow
Becomes busy flowing to it
Lost in the flow
What happens
Is that the one forgets
What he is flowing for

Afterwards
A day comes
When the one is reminded
Of what is the flow for
Time passes
Flow continues...
A day one reaches the destination
Now surprised
That the destination matters not

Now one is lost again
He searches and seeks
Fortunately
Gets the next flow
Which sets a beginning
And the destination for itself
Again and again and again.
Addicted to the presence of the flow
Not realizing
What one is addicted for
A roller coaster.

Maybe the addiction is not in whats not present
But in whats not realized
Maybe it will be too late to realize
Hopefully it will be realised
All that mattered was the flow and the flow only
Each flow among the many
Instance of the reality

The river is the reality
The river flows
The noble river
The flow in the river is somewhere steady
And somewhere turbulant.
Thanks the nature
A river always realizes
Both are the part of the whole.