There is a thought spreading allong the shore
The mind made it
The water’s flow and the land’s constancy are the creators.
Let it flow, even when it stands still
The shore has his existance only in the moment
The next moment it’s another one.
The water is’nt the water that you saw anymore
Is the land the same land?
Is this next moment the same thought
Or did the water took it away.
Is it away?
Everything flows to always be there.