Winds of Change

Hold the light.

The mountains are out today
They found their way through the haze.

Five birds overhead,
Pushing hard to find their V for ease.

Changes have come.
No denying it now.

Waves of grief crash and ebb,
Without any new story.

Action and reaction,
Kept present by the world’s demands.

I check my Inner Compass,
Yep, this path—full steam ahead.

Am I okay?
A little sad and scared, but yes.

On the outside, life appears
In old familiar patterns I usually resist.

Inside—I bring my focus to
A tiny still point in the center of my heart.

I become a prism
Through which the light can dance.

I am perfect and free
Just as I am.

The winds of change 
Can’t blow out this light.