Let the Water Come and Carry us Away
© A. Mac/A.G.
"Wasted On The Way"
Crosby, Stills & Nash
Look around me
I can see my life before me
Running rings around the way it used to be
I am older now
I have more than what I wanted
But I wish that I had started long before I did
And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Oh, when you were young
Did you question all the answers
Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve
Look around you know
You must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved
So much time to make up everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
So much love to make up everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away
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So much love to make up everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away
Kind of pensive this evening.
About Hesse's Siddhartha, and the river:
"They have heard its voice and listened to it, and the river has become holy to them, as it has to me. "Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future."
Herman Hesse
That the river is everywhere at the same time
There's another way to view a river/stream, etc. as a manifestation/metaphor for the passage of time.
I am standing in a stream casting a dry fly upstream and hoping it will drift in a natural manner over a brook trout that sits still under an overhanging edge of the stream bank.
When the fly lands on the water upstream, it is in the future … moving with the current … and when it drifts over the brook trout directly across the stream from where I am standing, IT IS NOW … THE PRESENT …
… the brook trout let's it pass … downstream to …
… the PAST.
Been there hundreds and hundreds of times in my life.
Much gratitude to Buzz and Petey for excellent comments!
The landing of the fly upstream is the future, the passing over the trout is the present, and floating downstream past it is the past for the trout as well as for you. However, that is in reference to the trout, yourself and the fly. The river is timeless.
"Did you ever stand and shiver, when just looking at a river."
"Did you ever stand and shiver, when just looking at a river."
I have stood in a stream with a fly rod in one hand while stripping in the line with the other; at the same time, I have often had a camera around my neck and a dish towel clipped to the strap so that if a photo op appeared, I could dry my hands (while holding the fly rod between my legs).
Once, an only once, I hooked a small Brookie (he actually hooked himself) when the rod handle was approximately at my crotch. If you're familiar with where the reel sits on a fly rod, the most "comfortable" position for a between-the-legs hold, is with the reel at you butt.
In retrospect, the fly went from future to present to past and other than eventually lifting the rod and stripping in the fish, I kind of missed the whole time lapse.
I favor Haiku poetry to be pensive to ... It also makes terrific error messages :
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Beautiful waterfall! And a wonderful song. How they define each other!