They say the only certainties in life
Are death and taxes
I say the only certainty is change
The vehicle by which
The old becomes new again
The only thing that prevents
The same day being every day
Sometimes we fear change
As we fear death
The ultimate change
Yet how easily we sleep at night
Our daily preparation for the Long One
And every morning we wake up again
What is change but a movement
A flow
The same way energy traverses the Universe
A dance with many steps
Left, right, and left again
Move to the rhythm
Keep time to the sound
Change brings new life
New places to explore
These paths we haven’t walked before
Shifting patterns
Coalescing and transforming
Every one breathtaking
In it’s own right
We seek out new ways to speak
Without speaking
In a moment looking up at the same stars
Knowing that even though they are so far away
Their light still reaches us
Part of it enters us
Right through the windows to the soul
And bounces on the retina
At rest after millennia
In a place made of the same stuff that it is
Stardust to stardust
Light to the soul
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
They say the only certainties in life
Are death and taxes
I say the only certainty is change
The vehicle by which
The old becomes new again
The only thing that prevents
The same day being every day
Sometimes we fear change
As we fear death
The ultimate change
Yet how easily we sleep at night
Our daily preparation for the Long One
And every morning we wake up again
What is change but a movement
A flow
The same way energy traverses the Universe
A dance with many steps
Left, right, and left again
Move to the rhythm
Keep time to the sound
Change brings new life
New places to explore
These paths we haven’t walked before
Shifting patterns
Coalescing and transforming
Every one breathtaking
In it’s own right
We seek out new ways to speak
Without speaking
In a moment looking up at the same stars
Knowing that even though they are so far away
Their light still reaches us
Part of it enters us
Right through the windows to the soul
And bounces on the retina
At rest after millennia
In a place made of the same stuff that it is
Stardust to stardust
Light to the soul
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