Changes

Words are clumsy pretenders
of the images of my mind.
I see within me
a reflection of beauty around
and of balance
push and pull of
dark and light
wrong and right
soft gentle against the
harsh rock horizon.
The pastel evening sky
slips quietly through
the changes of dusk
and the misty curtains
slide apart to bring
to us the eternity of the universe.
Humble are we
perceivers of this immensity
yet it fits inside our heads
open your eyes
to the universe
and your ears
to the music of the patterns.
Open your self
to the shift in forms
the constancy of change
and musical re-arrange.
Grow with the light of dawn
and again with the fire of dusk
for we touch the universe
with our very skin
tingling with life
in this sweet-air
lifting our hair
and freeing our troubles
leaving transparent & glowing bubbles.
The shadows flicker
and disappear.
The shells of experience
build within us
the strength and wisdom
to flow with the rhythm
of constant change
in a state of growing clarity
growing childness
for the children are close
to the passage of mystery
that keeps the circle moving
when we surrender
careless
and free
upon the wings of faith
to the constancy of change
and musical re-arrange.
Fly little bird, fly
suffer baby, suffer
but…
touch gently
the beauty around you and
drink through your fingertips
and swallow the heavens
with your eyes
till the starlight
fills your darkest corner
and you may see the beauty
in the pain of life.
For from pain is born joy
and from darkness comes
light, shining and tinkling
in the forest after rain
dust dissolving into fertile soil.
The seeds spring to life
and dance to the sun
knowing their changes
and times of shift
to blossom, to die,
to be a flash of colour
for one day –
to answer the sun
for one day.

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