The River Is Never The Same Poem by Ray Quesada
The River Is Never The Same
Buddha Universe of Good
Embodiment of Peace, purely understood
All things come, and instantly have passed away
Right Now; Tomorrow; Yesterday
Gaze upon the world - your soul is Awake
Meditate until the Ego breaks
You cannot die if you were never born
and this is true, the Quantum Buddha has sworn
The river is never the same
As the pages turn they wear away
Oblivion and Death are the kindle and flame
to Life itself - in it's endless Forms and Names
The River is never the same
as the pages turn they wear away
The waves crash on but, the Ocean is Still
In dreams we're Asleep, but also Awake
The gentle sky is blue; Perennial;
And it's just as Real as it is Fake.
(late 2011/early 2012)
Interesting lines and topic, the Quantum Buddha, Oblivion and Death, Buddha as a Universe of Good Embodiment of Peace are concepts I have meditated and extended on also. Your lines The River is never the same as the pages turn they wear away is beautiful to contemplate. The sky just as Real as it is Fake I wrote upon also at about your age but quite differently so your poem evoked layers of poetic memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:51:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'All things come, and instantly have passed away'. Brilliant line. This poem brings home how ephemeral every moment and each of us is.