Having crossed the river
Of future to ancient past
Where will you go, O friend?
The world is what it is
There’s no road to tread
But contemporary lives
Life has neither a beginning or an end
To an individual
In a moment there is no time
We only invented ‘time’
To speak of the sky, the river, the boatman
But the truth is we are
The water, will always be the water
In the same ocean
You search for yourself in the world
In vain, having forgotten how to swim
Like an angel, how to surrender like a star-fish.
Life has neither a beginning or an end…Wuji, should or be nor? I totally agree about time. We invented it, we force ourselves to it, and mourn lost future moments rather than inhale the everything that is present. “Love what is before you” is my mantra. Now, how to surrender like a starfish…..that, in and of itself, is a poem that needs speaking.
I feel like I should say I’m sorry. For forgetting.