A better word for change
Would be "future"
For within it
Nothing will ever be the same.
Every particle in our bodies
That we believe make us unique;
Acquisitions of character patterns and behaviors;
Will all evolve and shape us
Into people we never thought we'd be.
With time will come a reckoning,
A self-realized revolution;
A distinct shift in brainwave activities
That couldn't be predicted,
Happening without force or will.
Our choice is weakness versus strength.
Should weakness prevail
We will destroy ourselves.
With strength will come an enlightenment,
The likes of which we'll have seen
One hundred times throughout life,
But that feels different
And will impact us beyond any stretch of imagination,
Breathing new life into
The shift of our bones,
Lightness of our being,
And the reflection of ourselves
In the wind through the trees
Or the rustling of leaves.
- LKS, 12/15/12
