Transitions
Keitan
April 24, 2017
There sometimes comes a shift in life
When driving home to the same ol’ same ol’
Takes a turn and heads in a new direction.
It’s curious the different flavors of how it happens.
Sometimes the awakening starts in the morning
When the energy falls faster than the body can rise,
As the subconscious constantly tugs on the lifeline
Trying to run ashore
This ship that no longer wants to sail ‘there’ anymore.
Sometimes it’s more profound and amazing
Like inviting a newfound friend to a local event.
And the universe suddenly shifts gears
The planets dance across the night sky
The spiral galaxies spin a bit faster,
Stirring the mind,
And prevent it from a comfortable slumber.
Either way that it happens, everything becomes different.
The clouds no longer move from left to right,
They’re now flying from east to west!
It’s no longer just a pollinated spring gust of air,
But instead all the bushes and trees are having sex!
And it’s choking everyone out with their dusty mess,
Well, except for the birds and the bees.
Everything’s more dramatic
When life is calling me home
Not that place that is safe and secure,
Where puppies are fluffy
And dinner is on the table right at six.
No, this new place called home
Was there all along, from a childhood wish
That was suppressed by the ‘must dos’ and ‘have to haves’
Of a crazed society where people actively disconnect
And tune instead to television programs of crime stories,
With the only thing being fed is fear in the head.
But once the true direction is identified,
The clouds part from the inside mind.
The journey to homecoming is then quite easy.
It’s just there over that 14-thousand-foot mountain
And across the rope bridges of mile-deep chasms,
Through the desert littered with sanded bones and wayward desires,
Oh, and to bring good boots to pass through the mires.
But what the angelic messenger was reminding
Is that in my own homecoming
All I had to do was open my heart,
And close my eyes,
And see my faith,
And breath deeply through the doubt.
To not push the river that once seemed filled
With a familiar bounty of nourishing fish and gems and gold
And a paycheck…
And to instead just trust.
Because the universe that made all that past for me
Is now serving up a new cup of serenity.
And so now I must
Simply trust
This beautiful transition.