Change Is the Way of Life

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.