changes, seasons, deaths, re-births.

A year of births, deaths and re-births,

As seasons come and go seamlessly,

Transitioning with grace, without resistance,

I feel like I myself,

Have travelled through a lifetime of seasons,

Within half a year,

Each wave with it’s own reasons,

Yet sometimes I still have a preference,

As I hold and resist,

But god doesn’t call it treason,

God doesn’t call it wrong,

Whatever “god” is to you,

We’re supposed to live through seasons,

Uncertainty for so long,

The nature of its consumption so strong,

I find myself a new way,

With every death,

A new birth,

As I shift and breakthrough,

My senses of worth,

Unwavering and unique with no two days the same,

How do I stay humble in observation,

While evolving on this Earth?

So can we more often set forth,

One of the most powerful sources,

Brave enough to tap into our heart,

Feel the power of its resources,

Never ending and limitless like a nights stars,

Everyone has it whether hers or his,

Some birds will be from paradise,

Some, from different courses,

Be willing to renew,

Don’t wait to be pushed and squeezed by external forces,

Our story can alter more than twice,

Mine has each day maybe thrice,

Believe in myths,

Read stories into the night,

This mystery of life, death and renewal,

It surrounds us,

It is us,

Each an expression of this,

Does that thought give you a lift?

A lense in to the centre of your core,

So have compassion and patience to trust in your gift.

Love, Oliver x