I. The Unfolding
The past—not a memory, but the soil you grew from,
The present—not a moment, but the blade that shapes you,
The future—not a promise, but the wind that awaits you.
II. The Release
Why mourn what was never yours to keep?
You are a breath borrowing a body,
A hand touching tools another will hold,
A voice singing words the sky will swallow.
III. The Cycle
What you love today, another once loved,
What you grieve tomorrow, another will find.
The earth takes and gives in the same motion—
A wheel turning in perfect silence.
IV. The Truth
You are not the rider—you are the road,
Not the storm—you are the sky it moves through.
Change is not passing through you.
You are passing through change.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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I love the idea of being the road, so much to ponder on 🙏🏻🕊️
A wonderful write, we are passing through change, I really like the essence of that, beautifully written with deep meaning, enjoyed the read
I love the style of this poem. It speaks poetically as have all great books of wisdom Tao, Tipitaka, Tora, Vedas all poetic. A fave
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Love them all
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