Heraclitus, a Greek philosopher born in 544 B.C. said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."

 

 

Heraclitus, my friend, I know you've been gone

For two and a half thousand years but we are of one mind:

Sceptical, Seeking, Secular.

On a road through Physics and Mathematics

To a Singularity of belief

Foretold in the black hole of consciousness,

Redolent of those who strove for purity

And exclusivity in the monasteries of long ago.

.......

It is the quirkiy, the odd, the hanging  by a thread

That attracts us still to writers from the ancient world,

Before Christ, before Mohamed.

Clinging to an individuality of belief

That, ironically, links us, each to each,

To the centre of the world

Magnificent Byzantium

The most wonderful city of Constantinople

Packed full of beauty beyond measure

Neglected by the lwest

At our endless cost.

.......

We wait patiently for the prophecies

To come true

And for the murderers and desecrators

To be cast into the endless sea,

The ocean of time's despair,

Which is patiently waiting 

To meet them there.