Riverborn Sage

While working one day I met a lady at my job who shared her love for painting, and it stood out to me deeply because I also produce art in written form. As we spoke about art, the love expressed alone showed how much life we carried within us and how much we had to give. Feeling inspired, I asked her to paint something influenced only by my words, my actions, and who I am. What she created was a beautiful piece filled with meaning, and interpreting the life within her work inspired me to write this piece in return.

In the depths of Jamaica

a boy sat still

while the river spoke

Water carried stories

Lignum Vitae poured life

and birds stitched joy into the air

with songs older than names

Then came a woman

woven of wisdom

smiling, singing

passing like memory on sand

He called out

She looked once

said everything in four words

Young man, you’re a sage

And walked on

Confusion lingered

but the river kept moving

So did he

carrying the seed of knowing

without yet knowing

Time unfolded

One day

an infinity beneath his feet

a threshold before his breath

There it was

the Diya

quiet but unextinguished

a flame cupped within his chest

The woman’s voice returned

not outside

but within

So he stepped

Into endless becoming

Into doors of light

Into a life that did not end

but expanded

Nature became teacher

golden ratios

yin and yang

balance humming in silence

Knowing the self

revealed the divine

From that knowing

inner purity

From that purity

strength

Guided by Diya

he learned to bloom through hardship

to bear fruit through pressure

to stand in love

passion

resilience

Like crepe myrtle

rooted

radiant

giving life while holding form

What began

as a boy by a river

became a man walking worlds

crossing limits

reading signs

remembering what he always was

water moving

flame enduring infinite.