Change seems to be,
The order of the world,
The only constant thing
It has been called.

No two days are ever alike,
No two people, not even twins,
Every experience teaches,
But always different things.

The seasons change,
People change,
Times change,
Places too change.

The very earth changes,
As a living thing,
Growing with the shifts,
That the times bring.

The very axis on which,
She rotates around the sun,
Shifts with her motion,
And will for aeons to come.

The message is simple,
Bend to change or break.
Its practice however
Is no piece of cake.

We human beings,
Are a strange lot,
We want change of fortune,
But welcome change not.

"Its constancy",
We claim,
"We want and not change"
But could we really bear it if everyday was the same?

If the very same hurt,
Was caused to us again and again,
And we learnt but one lesson,
How to be numb to pain.

If every season was summer,
And no winter was known,
Would we learn to be generous,
With that which we "own"?

Maybe if we accept,
The changes that unfailingly come,
Life will feel we have learnt her lesson,
And that her work is done.

Then maybe she will bring,
A new change our way,
That will be a surprise,
Once again, covered by dismay.


in the book i wrote, Dreams in Silver Thread

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