When we reach Khabarovsk, we are close to the confluence of the two rivers Ussuri and Amur, and I reflect that a confluence point is much like this ride. Before entering the compartment we had all gone separate paths, floated on different riverbeds, and gathered sediments from different soils. The river water can never choose if it should mingle or not, but soon after the confluence point the rivers flow as one. Usually you can distinguish bye the hues of sediments which water comes from which river. But after a while the river flow as one, its color now a blend of the two river siblings. How I wish we could always flow as rivers, without friction and such turbulence. But human being tend to stay unblended, like rivers of oil and water.
At confluence the turquoise glacier stream muddles into lowland sloth
From wikimedia commons – the confluence of Amur and Ussari
Linked to Carpe Diem
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January 25, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You paint a vivid metaphor here…and you are right…people too often remain as oil and water
Thank you.. 🙂
Very interesting, wonderful comparison. Really excellent use of nature and the theme to bring the point home.
What a glorious read. Interesting about the different colors of the sediment. I didnt know that.
You have said it in such wonderful words Bjorn. I started Carpe Diem almost one and a half year ago as my own river … soon more rivers came in and now Carpe Diem is one big river with very different sources … but all have the same love for haiku in common.
Hope your business-trip will be a success … keep in touch while you’re in the US … 🙂
I will, but tomorrow I will most likely be absent.. I’m programming tomorrow’s entry…
Looking forward to it … have a save trip …
A lovely message and reminder in your haibun, Bjorn. Have a safe trip.