CHANGE

Published by oldwolf in the blog oldwolf's Blog. Views: 126

Turn Turn Turn
Circle spins round and round

Snake eats it's tail
And Time never was

Came Change
And the Now
Fractured

Separation
Became the tool
And we the seeds
Sown onto fertile ground

But the joker was here before
And Free Will made clear
And so some seeds never blossom
Some Grow strange

Cross the Abyss
The Many
While still Unique
Somehow Connects back
To the One again

Wish I might
Sing a clearer song
Wish I may
The dance be more pure

But learning still
Growing On
I move my Self
Into the Beyond

May the Blessings
Of Wholeness
Come to Each and All

Namaste
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