Of Entering and becoming 'It'

of the most wonderful things that happen in one's life is the coming into existence. a puzzling idea but an evidence of the world's grandeur! a newly created composition whose literature is beyond compare. of romance and mystery, destined to live a mark, a fulfillment of the ancestors' prophecies and thy decendants' legacy. a zeal of truth and unparallelled personality.
the river divides it all. it all came one day, when a rush filled the once serene stream. it added something into it and found something worthless of price... a companion of rise and fall of the bed's ripples. enjoyed the idea of oneness until it was later realized that they have become materially dependent on each other. catching each others fall and sharing each others rise. feeding on each others breath and lying in each others bossom. fornicated to create something that even the angels of the two separate worlds adored. luscious and simply filled with undying flame of hearts and spirits. euphoric, yes. holy, yes.
then into the stream... came a different tune, a smooth harmony of two bloods into one. a part of the river made its a way apart from the source.
it started by digging out a hole beneath the shelf and pouring with great might large amounts of liquid. digging with the earth excruciating in pain. until it broke and surfaced. a virgin stream grew beside the source. and it happened.
the new stream made its own life.
explored the environ around.
conquered every land and flooded it with his authority.
it swallows and crashes everything in its way like a hungry termite.
until... it made itself a name... a river deserves one.
(to be continued...)