A Trick of Light

I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways.
But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting-

Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point.

It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.
I figured I would have interpreted the signs,
– have plot a course
and taken each obstacle as it appeared
for what it was.

But nothing is ever
what it was.

It is becoming and un-becoming
and shimmering – always –
a mirage.

Nothing will ever be.
Let it change. No. Watch
it change.


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  1. sparkling to read. beingness and time, how do they hold hands? breathing is always discovery, a new spoon in the soup. maybe direction is only relevant within our self point of view? maybe I’m completely wrong. again.

  2. Ahh Ren. Wise comforting words as always, ‘But nothing is ever as it was.’