Friday, March 09, 2007

Moving on

Moment by moment,
nothing is the same.

I can't stop time,
and yet I cling
limpet-like
to outmoded delusions
of control.

Bits of fossilized fear
break, crumble, disappear--
was that really me?

Whatever I dare let go
makes way for re-creation:
new hope, new joy, new love.

Is that really true?
If it is, it changes everything.


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