Don't Buy My Book!

In my book, The Broken Buddha, There’s a poem I wrote that sums up everything within the book. So it’s safe to say that if you read the poem there is really no reason to read the book. So I’m going to put the poem here for everyone to read. I don’t care if it ruins book sales or not.

                The Moon in the River

            The river flows but no matter how strong the
            current it cannot wash away the reflection of
            the Moon.

            The Moon slowly crosses the river. It crosses
            rocks and rapids unhindered by the moving
            water beneath it. Yet the water is the creator
            of its very existence.

            It is born on one side of the river and follows
            its path, to its death on the other. But the
            Moon itself still exists, as does its reflection in
            other rivers, lakes and seas. Being born and
            dying ten-thousand-times, over and over, night
            after night.

                                                     erick alayon