We evolve along

As the dust settles

Winds of the desert,

As the raging storm subsides…

Like the water flows

Unto the vastness of the ocean,

We transition in phases

So interwoven within every now.

​Endless beginnings indeed.

Emerging and merging,

Living life lovingly.

Savvy

PS

This piece was directly inspired by a reader’s kind and generous comment on my previous poem, Interwoven. The poem spoke of the universal source (nature, sun, ocean).

This poem is the sequel speaking of the internal journey (storms, dust settling).

In reflection I leave you with a thought…

If every ending is merely the source reshaping itself, how can we embrace the transitions of our lives not with fear, but as an endless beginning to practice the art of living life lovingly?