Ripples, currents, swirls of subcurrents.
When the gaze darts around,
It appears that the water flows in
Many directions.
But when the gaze relaxes,
Everything is taken into account.
One realizes that the river flows
Strongly in one direction as
Light and dark reflections play
On the surface.
Boats and vegetation skim across it too.
But the true direction
Underneath the surface never changes.
Permanence and impermanence
At its finest.
So why are we an exception,
Turning a blind eye to these truths?
It appears that our agony will last forever
And our ecstasy will not last long enough--
Caught up in the subcurrents, ripples and swirls.
Reactionary. Sensitive to all that moves.
We have many attitudes--
But when our gaze relaxes,
Everything is taken into account.
Permanence and impermanence
At its finest.
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