Curious Place
Change is the constant
Moving from one to the next requires a flow
Change is the constant
But past remains present till with open hands It’s finally let go
Curious, this place
Stepping out unprotected
Vulnerable to hidden dangers
Success not guaranteed
Each wary step may tip the balance . . . or not
Deciding to decide, the most difficult task
To decide is to cut away other options
Options seduce with an illusion of security
But remain only potential until one is chosen and the others forsaken
Refrain
So remember what is forgotten
Renew your sense of Soul
In the flux feels fragmented
But your true nature is to be whole
Reluctance, resistance, confusion may rise
Whips of what might be encircle and they drift on the winds that blow
Be still while it settles, allow the storm to pass
Put down roots when the dark times come
Know your nature is to grow
Constant is the Change
Each step much like the last
Constant is the change
But I have been here before and this present too will become my past
“…deciding to decide…” That’s the hardest thing I have to do… You know, there is something reassuring about the whole poem, but I find that very last sentence most comforting of all. “But I have been here before and this present too will become my past.” I really, really like this one. It’s going in my Plato journal. 🙂 Haven’t listened to it yet. Going to do that now.
Hey sugar. Sime if it didn’t get recorded so I just included everything. The end one was fun
Liked the horn a lot. Classy. 😀 Oh, and I see YOU found a little something to “play?” What was that? You spinnin’ pop in a can? I liked what you interjected about risking NOT playing a note. Food for thought in that little comment. After listening, though, I think “But past remains present till with open hands It’s finally let go…” is maybe the most important idea for me… Shame the tapes got entangled there at the end. Would have loved to heard the rest of it.
Change yes indeed – constant. From (glory to glory) .
We all make them but –
Renew your ‘SENSE of soul’ – maybe is your line? In the flux ‘IS feels’ should be IT?
Have a good day.
Love that poem. Shame I can’t play the music! Change is constant! Sometimes it jumps.
There is another lady from your part of the world for whom the music will not play. I remain honored that you visit me. Thank you brother.