The wheel has turned again
Today I feel the warmth of the yellow sun touching my core.
A thaw has begun in me.
Deeds accomplished and those left undone remain unsettled
They tumble and scar the earth
Like boulders caught at the height of a raging spring melt
Dislodged from their former place
They create new landscapes, consequences, dangers, and opportunities
The shape of what will be is even now in flux
Hidden, submerged just beneath the surface of the icy watershed
Deed impacts deed
Choices merge and come apart
Slowly become existent on the material plane
Fabric of the future is woven in the present
Stitch by stitch, choice by choice
To speak or withhold a word
To act or to refrain
To move toward or away or to remain still
Choice will nudge, alter, shape the emergent pattern as it rises on a faint horizon
The pattern, specter-like, pulses
It phases in and out of focus
Each choice creates new potentialities
Myriad seemingly inconsequential decisions slowly coalesce
Becomes direction, an arrow pointing through time into tomorrow
Choices made attract similar deeds to themselves and repel unlike options
Fields begin to arise, increasing in strength
Thought becomes choice, becomes action, becomes habit, becomes character, becomes destiny
The thaw has begun
The melt is on
Soon the waters will subside
Choosing will be over for a season
And the new geography mapped
What an enticing experience it would be.
I think that’s the hardest part, actually. Once you’ve been to the precipice, there’s no turning back. You do become a different person. It sure can cause an upheaval in your relationships for a time till people come to terms with the “new you.” Takes a while and a lot of work to find that person, though. I love these two poems.
That is what the Pool was trying to capture. I think it ended up sounding a little manic. That is a crazy feeling experience when props are knocked out. But there was something that washed over me and I could not go back but I could not find fulfillment either.
Yes, and so for a time you sit on a three-legged stool with one leg missing. It’s a hell of a balancing act. You can get used to it, but it takes so much effort that eventually you just crash and burn if you don’t get it all sorted out.
I think things will be different. They must, or at least I must
I see you didn’t take the familiar path. Pretty well describes the landscape you’re seeing now.