Written by Sybrand Veeger
To the skies he cried,
Nothing is but fire!
Observing thus that everything is change.
He knew that God-or-Nature had but one desire:
To stay in flux, to stay in flow, to re- and rearrange!
Nothing ever stands, for the cosmos eternally will dance:
Being’s moves are both random and necessary,
For the beat is chaotic yet perpetually voluntary.
One never steps into the same river twice,
Whispered our Greek identifying parallel streams:
The river flows and so do I,
Observing thus that “I” is something else than what it seems:
There is no meaningful, purposeful or essential “I,”
Or a “self” to be developed as a self-contained existence;
Rather life’s basic playfulness is unwise to deny!
If at every instant “I” returns as another
and as an other,
Self is a ceaseless repetition of different others to discover:
If this morphing game is a play of masks
Like an inwardly theatre with no future, with no past,
We should conclude that self’s a stream or a perpetual come-and-go,
That there is no truthful state that will one day lead the show –
Unfold all masks!
Release all fire!
Let us play!
Let us dance! – to the cosmic beat’s desire.