Panta Rhei

To forget the law of constant change

Is like swimming against the tide

All passes, nothing remains

Yet our identity fictions abide

Here we're unable to move

Drowned in a maelstrom of pretense

Here Zeno's turtle proves

That stillness is not a lasting defense

Although we've set an internal order

To which we try to subdue others

Our Parcae are still blind

And they claim no sire but the endless night

Far upstream, the source takes shape

In a dream or an escape

Sometimes a narrow, meandering maze

Finally widening to embrace

The horizon as a whole

Calm and warmed by the Sun’s gleam

Then turning to a rushing stream

Ending in a waterfall

We see attributes and their exact inverse

Rivers are called by many names

Even if their natures seem to be diverse

Water remains to stay the same

Gently, but without a moment's respite

Drawn by the flow of time

Drop by drop, it all becomes a part

Of a future fully unknown

There’s a before to everything

But nothing like a beginning

Going further onward

Is merging more with the great course

Soon downstream, in the watershed

All the rivers will coalesce

Sometimes a narrow, meandering maze

Finally widening to embrace

The horizon as a whole

Calm and warmed by the Sun’s gleam

Then turning to a rushing stream

Ending in a waterfall