Apparently Sri Ramakrishna advised his disciples, that whenever they would come across a river or body of water in their travels, they should stop there and meditate. Rivers have long been held sacred. Outwardly they bring life, nourishment and livelihood; inwardly they offer beauty, power, newness and sacrifrice.
Hailing from the world's driest continent, Australia, I have since childhood been enthralled by rivers and streams, always drawn to pause, to gaze, listen and wonder. Flowing water works on me like a charm, beckoning within to contemplate life's beauties and mysteries.
A river is never the same from moment to moment. Whether a bubbling puppy of a brook or a wise, languid old lion, it sings the song of constant renewal in unreserved self-offering. Rivers are like angels: heralds and messengers from within. As rain brings God's Compassion from Heaven, so rivers convey the Compassion-Blessings to the world. While watching I try to listen, as the stream whispers or murmurs or chortles its own blessing-message. Upon parting, I always feel cleansed and renewed, as though part of me were melted away downstream, giving way for something fresh, subtle and energising. No matter where I go or what I do, so long as I can see or feel or hear a river flowing, outwardly or within, I shall always be happy...