It helps, from time to time
When changing the way the world sees
To change the world it sees
When changing the way the world sees
To change the world it sees
Tag: change
The Way Ahead
Sometimes the way ahead seems clear
I try to remind myself
The path of least resistance
Always seems clear
I try to remind myself
The path of least resistance
Always seems clear
So I wonder
Am I sure to reach my goal
At the end of this valley
My Bright Mantra
Eight years ago, right about this time, my life was a process of transformations. Significant ones. Life changers. World changers. Personal, spiritual, career, love: you name it, it was changing. It seemed like Bif Naked had a song for every single transformation, every single condition I was experiencing.
Constant Change
I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
Marvelling at Form
I marvel at the forms nature creates
The way time
Chance
And natural laws
Combine
To create articulate detail
Lines and textures of astounding complexity
And beauty
The way time
Chance
And natural laws
Combine
To create articulate detail
Lines and textures of astounding complexity
And beauty
The moon in the light of day
At those times
When the moon is visible
In the light of day
I may be reminded
That darkness is never far away
When the moon is visible
In the light of day
I may be reminded
That darkness is never far away
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
Ways of Being
Ways of life, and
Ways of being
Have come and gone
Even in my lifetime
Ways of being
Have come and gone
Even in my lifetime
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Bypassed
I plunked myself down
On the well-travelled way
Which served me so well
For many a day
On the well-travelled way
Which served me so well
For many a day
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
An early snow
An early snow
In the high country
Under a low ceiling
Autumn still clinging to the trees
In the high country
Under a low ceiling
Autumn still clinging to the trees
Winter gnaws at the bit
Eager, snorting
But the trees
Shed snow faster than leaves
A road through wide open spaces
I love a road
Through wide open spaces
Where straight lines
Reel through the changes
Through wide open spaces
Where straight lines
Reel through the changes
I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land
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