not the perceived “strong” or the perceived “weak”
can wake from slumber complete
and be able to navigate
with ease this reality
only the ones who accept change
can make it through this
which we call life or so it seems
Chameleons of living
I look in the mirror and I try to change color... I am unsuccessful but I laugh; slowly I know the world is changing and so am I. I try to greet it all with little to no resistance.
Today nothing weight
as the intervals of presence become longer as the intervals of thinking which interrupt it become shorter I slip deeper into this living