Having Crossed Many Rivers


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.