Tuesday, October 2, 2012

On Becoming

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I read a poem touching me
Urging me to think and feel
  The future holds tomorrow
None of us will be the same
Body/mind may not remain
The past a solid body stain
We never died from the
‘…exhaustion of becoming’
We died from ‘satisfaction’
Of liking what we became
Of getting what we wanted
Living every day the same
Exhausted staving change
Ending life by ended change
Now let your body / mind go
Embrace life’s changing tide
Enjoy the mysterious way
The puzzle assembles to say
Miracles of awareness
Are flames of life itself

Thry flicker with change