The way of the universe is change.
Change is forever forthcoming.
Walls are a futile attempt to prevent transformations; to hold on to the past.
All that barriers do is build pressure; a damn that will sooner or later give way.
And when the looming collapse occurs,
the damage multiplies; a disastrous flood.
The simple joy
of simply being
in the moment
in the light.
I am a fixer;
wherever there is a challenge,
asked to address it or not,
my mind busily seeks a solution.
Two trees; one still adolescent, the other ancient.
I place my palm, caressing the youngling’s bark;
so smooth, yet a little cold.
May the light shine on all beings, living and inanimated;
What makes me happy?
Spreading the light;
I smile at a complete stranger,
thinking compassionate thoughts,
speaking kind words,
doing good deeds.
I find myself in harmony
of thoughts, words and actions.
Within me rests a treasure trove,
ever-pulsing in symphony with my heart.
Concealed and guarded by resistance,
it trembles with volcanic vigor.