Making plans in the sand,
Planting seeds for the future,
You’ve laid them down like stones in your mind,
So steadfast and precise,
But they’re just stencils in the ether,
And the currents they are a changin,
Can you feel the breeze turning to a gale?
Bare knuckle and resist or open your palms in faith,
Mother of chaos,
She warns against the latter,
To live freely is to trust in the distance,
To ebb and flow and know how to let go,
So relax your grip,
To adapt is not to give up,
No battle has been lost,
Let the ego fall back to its place,
Enjoy the fulfillment of simple existence,
For this is a dynamic ever-changing space,
And the oncoming lessons aren’t your hand’s to trace,
Breathe in, Breathe out,
Trust in the grand design.
All is well.