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.
Tag: change
Constant Change
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
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
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 being
Have come and gone
Even in my lifetime
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Bypassed
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
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
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
How far I’ve climbed
How far I’ve climbed
It no longer matters
How much further I have to go
I have already climbed further
Than I had ever imagined
Climbing
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go
From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track
I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight
What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack
So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak
Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?
For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?
And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb
Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day
It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop
For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go