Personalized Overflow Of Three Rivers' Mighty Confluence Poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang

Threefold is the source of the fluid-liquid element.
The flow of rivers on the Earth
Are but imitations of the flowing principle and
The tides in cosmic spheres, as it is,
On the planetary plane.

The streaming of the fluid elements in all of this station Earth's waterways,
In its unseeable, though most widely spread momentum
Is kept aflowing with its fuel for the rover's mobility ever self-generated
From the deepest gurgling in the underground plants of
The Earth's cisterns and caverns

Through Nature's raingod-supervised complex recycling machinery,
Working in between the laden skies,
The catalyzing agents of the air we all breathe, and
The solid soiled grounds below our feet,

Way up and way over, for all of them, in the end,
In most tremendous onslaughts of power in Nature at work,
Jointly flowing in unison of biggest nature,
Grandest scene of all times and
Throughout the three worlds of current elements in the universe,

Yet to be gushing
Into these most paleo-ontological and hugest ocean beds of ours
On the surface of this planet earth of oddmost spinnings.

As in some instances the mystic triad of the many-layered cosmic fluidum
Comes to even manifest itself,
In moody display of a weaponry of arms of an ordinance
Higher than the plainly disorganized physical
And organized human plane,
A show by spirited gods with a naughty interest in making certain matters coincide,

As a figure of three-in-one, in the very landscapes
Where divine Nature's human think-tank heads sport about -

'Hey, can't you really, really remember me any more, after all? ' -
While a traveller through Southern India's highlands, and
The only third-party member in a group of
Otherwise British and local Tamil girls and boys,
I was about to break away from so I'd be
Free to take a different route more appealing to my personal interests,

As I was standing on a corner,
The hushed voice of a deep and long, silent stare into my eyes
By a foreign face, which came out of the blue,
Spoke to me
The face of a young traveller, another German, like myself,
Who had come near where I was standing to meet with me.

Only after eventually lending speech to what
His eyes fixed on me could not reveal
It became clear to me that the young tourist was
My one-time chance lodge mate in another South Indian
Highland spot, not all too far from where we then met again,
Some two years prior to our renewed seeing each other.

During our first short time together
I had become used to be looking into the face of a companion
With long shiny hair billowing down onto his shoulders,
With whom I then had gone on one day
On a long walk-about out in nature through forests and mountain villages
Within the range of the hillstation where we both and his then girl-friend were lodged,
Whereas the young man's mane from times before
At that second instant of our meeting one another had been no more.

My unexpected newly met friend from before,
In addition to the travel company in whose hired van
I had come up to that very town there
With me, myself, thus was to make up for a set of three -
Who, each of us, then had happened to be, at the same time,
At a place of confluence of three rivers
In a highland town - called Three Rivers -
'Munnu aaru' in the language of South India,
Named so after three rivulets that
Unite into one stream of current
Right there at Munnaar,
In the borderland between the Indian states of Kerala and Tamil Nadu.

Three of a kind swept onto the same shore
On the brinks of chance with the flow of time,
Is a deep cosmic event that
Hails from spheres higher than our small world's,
As such an engaging source of inspiration that reminds us also to
Get the world moving on by resolute leaps of triple strides.

Causes and reasons, pleadings and reasonings,
Decisions and intentions,
When only the gods are in a mood to be smiling on us,
Will work themselves out at once
In Three Rivers, flowing together.