Bright River
Bright River springs from the peak of the mountain, comes down the valley, loops there, and merges with the ocean.
The wind jumps from wave to wave, from one bank to the other.
Once the Peacock came to the riverbank covered with pebbles and said: “The River disappears in sands. If you follow me, I’ll take you to the bright source.” He and his worshippers went away, but the memory of them was preserved.
Once the Snake crawled out to the sandy riverbank and said to those fearless ones who listened to her: “The River, going down the sands, creates underground lakes. If you come with me, you’ll find the path to them.” And they went away, but their footsteps remained.
One day the Pig came out of the marshy brushwood and said: “There is no path whatever. But if you follow me, I’ll rid you of efforts.” And they went away and came here – unable to see, to comprehend, or to feel.
The ocean Fish swam up the River, found quiet backwater in which she spawned, and, playing with the waves, came down to the ocean again.