Siddhartha
“and things stable by unceasing mutations” ~ Thomas Taylor, 1792
The glacier is ever changing, still
And not still, frozen, flowing, fixed and not,
Yes, like Jehovah’s unperplexing will,
And whitened like a purpose not forgot.
Crevasses open, new ones, but they spread
And widen perfectly like older ones.
The movements stay so slow that straight ahead
Are past and present stacked in countless tons.
A river is the same, the same as ice
That flows, though faster. Currents, eddies, swirls
Forever ply it. That is a device
Of perpetuity. The past unfurls
The present and the future. They blend, one,
Since their beginning, all together spun.