We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.
We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.
We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.
The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.
Memory does not stamp his own coin.
However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.
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Comments1Just came across this piece again that I first read in my younger years. "We are the water, not the hard diamond, the one that is lost, not the one that stands still." Powerful words! Are we the ever-changing, constantly flowing entity that the poet describes? 💠Brings back lovely memories!😊