A river
Seems to show the same scenery
Every time, yet
Its flow
Is always new
Yesterday’s river is gone
The river of an hour ago
No longer exists
Thoughts are the same
Yesterday’s thoughts have vanished
And the thoughts of a moment ago
Are already gone
They are newly spun
And then they disappear
Ceaselessly
I am the same
Yesterday’s self has vanished
And the self of a moment ago
Is already gone
When it appears
And when it fades
I do not know, but
Now, only this present moment
Is here
Poem and Photo by K E I K O
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