From the shore we can see the man in the canoe. He is not paying attention to the danger he is in, because his eyes are closed. What he does not see, we can see clearly. Just down river is a quick succession of rapids through large boulders and then a 30 foot waterfall. We call out, but he is not connected to the world.
I am in my canoe. It is taking me on a journey. I do not strive or turn, but am satisfied to follow the path of water and current. I have closed my eyes and taken the position. I have been breathing slowly, allowing myself to be completely in this time and place. The flow of the river, the lapping of the waves, the gentle breeze on my face all are sensed, not as separate sounds, but part of one sound.
We start to shout, but he is not listening.
I heard chattering monkeys just then, but now they have receded.
We call out: Danger is ahead! Turn to Shore! Your life is in danger.
Quietly I flow, the water flows, the canoe flows, all time flows, we flow as one.
He must have fallen asleep. We try tossing a stone against the boat, but it is hard to reach. The first and second try miss, but on the third we hear the “clunk” of success. He stirs, but then returns to his sleep.
Nature and I are one. The river and I are one. Time and I are one. Words have no meaning. All is at peace.
Just now we see the boat enter the rapids…he awakes at the third stone he hits, but not in time. He starts to paddle, but will he get to shore in time?
What is that, the flow is interrupted. I open my eyes and the peaceful waters are shouting. The mirror water is mist. There is a roaring just ahead. Rapids! Waterfall!
I grasp my paddle and pull deeply in the water, but the roaring grows louder.
Just as he goes over the edge, he reaches upward and cries out. Then he is gone.
It’s too late. I’ve come to the edge. Someone help me!