(By the way, I have 30 days sober today!)
We are blessedly blind to what’s to come.
The unsung spur and sweep, the subtle swing
of the stars settles the scope of our lives.
All souls roll past and wrap around another,
the scythe of death renews life, slashing
Splendidly to nourish new incarnations.
Loss revitalizes life; realize that
refocusing from blight to blessing
Brings distress soon replaced by
Marvels unnamed. We are droplets
In an sea of ceaseless change.