Reflection
There are times in history when the waters grow cloudy.
Voices compete to shape the current.
Stories are told and retold until people begin to question what is real.
Some insist the water is clear.
Others claim the river itself is lying.
But rivers do not argue.
They carry what has been stirred.
Truth moves differently than noise.
It does not rush to defend itself.
It does not shout to be heard.
Given time, the silt settles.
The river clears.
And what was always there
comes back into view.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to When the Water is Dirty.
Notice what shifts.