Watching him play
I disappeared.
And in that space,
The world opened up.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Who am I other than constant change?
Thoughts come and go,
Same with emotion, memory and desire,
I am not who I was a moment ago,
And who I am won’t last.
I am constant change,
I am the thread of time,
Birth to death,
Ever changing,
Ever growing,
Never the same.
I am constant change,
I accept this change,
Embrace it,
Lean into it.
Therefore I won’t delete my past,
It was me,
Just as much me as my desire to delete it,
Who knows what I will think in four minutes?
I am constant change.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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