🌊 Rivers of Liberation 🌊
🌊 Rivers of Liberation 🌊 A Poem of the Bottomless and Shoreless River-Seas There are Rivers older than worlds. Rivers older than stars. Rivers that flowed before the first light ever pierced the silence of the void. They do not move through space. Space moves through them. Time itself bends like reeds upon their endless shores— though they possess no shores at all. For these are: the Bottomless and Shoreless River-Seas. The Living Currents. The Oceanic Rivers of Becoming. The Infinite Waters of Liberation. I saw them once— not with eyes, but with something deeper. Something prior to language. Something hidden beneath thought itself. I saw: Countless River-Seas flowing through existence like living veins inside the Body of God. And every current carried: strange meanings, impossible beauty, foreign mercy, terrifying freedom, and words that could resurrect dead worlds. Not dead symbols. Not dead doctrine. Not dead information. But: Living Words...