Making Friends With Change

I am everything that I'll be

The things I accomplish are only experiences

They're not me

No pressure to do no expectation to meet

Only appreciation for the cool of the water

Amidst the salt and the heat

I have everything that I need

I have less importance than a bird in the breeze

Or kite on a string I do as I please

While aware of my size and place in the overall scheme

Mostly affect to inspect on the now is just to see my reflection

Put in perspective, all gratitude for what is

No moment to miss, no desire the be wished

No time is where we exist aware of sensation

Only as when caught in a kiss blissfully ignorant

Quake of the earth when the waves crash

Melt into my towel, becoming a grain of sand

Smile on my face, pulse in my hand

No plan to be anything or anywhere other than

Slide my toes into the softness underneath

Give into the tide let it take me away

Freedom in releasing, giving and increasing

Natural motion of energy

Much greater than I wish to control

The swell is to life as the board is to my soul

The lesson received, don't push or pull

Fully present no absentation no resentment

No regret, to reflect on the past

Is mostly affection

The future is irrelevant to the only one on the wave

No need to be brave, no need to go save

Understanding the nature of change

What's the purpose of fun

What's the purpose of work

When the sun's going down and the moon's on the lurk

A different world to perceive and a different chance to explore

Silly we are predicting and pretending

To vow in unpredictability

We do a disservice refusing to allow

Chaos is the co-star to control and disappointment

If a tree falls when nobody is around

Does it even matter what happens

When it reaches the ground

If I'm deaf to the sound or found with understanding

High perspective is nothing if not for the grounding

Could you appreciate if you saw it

A fact of circumstance

How everything that ever happened was basically chance

The cards that I'm dealt

But not the way that I play them

Not the feelings I find

Not the words in my mind

Or the way that I say them