Time, And The River Flows On Poem by Chuy Amante

I stand in The River of Time,
I move not, rather the waters,
sublime!

It flows by, caresses my physicality
Without any meaning, in my reality.

What day is it, what hour?
Has no effect, 'tis without power

The water flows by eternally,
As a river flows always to sea

Stand I aware of my place in the Universe,
Forever alive, outside of good or adverse

Neutral I stand, judging not,
All in the River,

It flows by,
Momentarily touching me,

All from The Giver...
without time...