The river flows, and in its twisting
it breaks and rebuilds itself,
a perpetual motion that devours itself
and gives birth to time.
It is night in the heart of day,
light in the depths of darkness,
a fire blazing in the silence of the world,
and there, where shadows gather,
lies the seed of lightning.
Everything sings its opposite:
death shapes form,
life corrodes, only to be reborn.
You, who watch,
do not seek peace in form
but in the wound that breathes,
in the broken harmony
that unites the diverse.
Thus the world exists,
in tension,
in flame,
in the eternal struggle that is a dance,
and never peace.
And yet, all is one.
Neither night nor day,
neither peace nor war,
but the still flow of a meaning
no one can contain.
Categories:
heraclitus, conflict, philosophy, universe,
Form: Free verse
Coming home' poems -
all missing the point. You can't
come home; you are home.
Categories:
heraclitus, age, love, nostalgia, philosophy,
Form: Haiku
Greek philosopher Heraclitus:
“We can’t, though this sounds ridiculous,
dip even our five toes
into water that flows
through the same stream twice; ‘flux’ won’t let us."
Categories:
heraclitus, philosophy,
Form: Limerick
Heraclitus!
Can we never step in the
Same water twice?
For other waters are forever
Flowing onto us!
I try to think of ways to
Cheat your wisdom.
What if the waters are frozen?
Surely then I can keep what
I never want to lose?
But a frozen stream like
An icy soul denies
And bars admittance.
Were they only dreams?
Things already past!
Nothing endures but change
You say? Then tell me man
Why ever pain; seems the only
One to stay?
Categories:
heraclitus, passion
Form: Free verse