moving along

Universal ’fixation’ of what is,

was, or might have been

Universe glows its wind of chance
by change. when you hang on to something,
anything, be it by love; by life or by death; you have
to let go. blood under your nails? as a hunk of wallpaper’s
refusal; it is belligerence; its denial. its what it takes to Just Be

perhaps by danger or by happenstance
perhaps by faith or by forgotten.
perhaps its losing your child.
or a friend.

or by finding chance or perhaps
you find yourself lost. then, perhaps,
found again with Love or an awkward smile

freedom is time;
a concise connection
a prayer to God
or Her goddess

free or flight are the winds of change.
as sudden as Life Will Be you know its Nature of Being
and we are human beings no matter if smallor dignified- we are
small in the changes of life and life shall forever recompense her seasons

by the tears falling from your past by the leaves
falling from heaven by your hunger for renewal and
by Mother Earth where you grow and blossom