ON THE BRINK…
There are many ways to change the world,
Worlds within, worlds untold,
Or simply a Blue Planet we have all yet to embrace as Home.
Some whisper. Some wait. Some hold the space for change.
And some push through …
We are all in it together.
This mad, whirling dance of Chaos.
Each playing a role dependent on the other.
Here´s to the whisper-ers,
Who nudge the currents ever so slightly
A little here, a little there
In time it becomes a wave,
Here´s to the wait-ers,
Who tell us something new will come
Just bide the time, watching from afar
In faith they watch a new reality unfold
What will it be – who knows?
Here´s to the space-holders, the vessels,
the cosmic containers that focus the Dance,
the mad dance of Death and Creation
In body, in breath,
in life, in death
Behold the Body Chambers
And here´s to the push-ers,
the fools, the hero(ine)s who walk the path of the burning blade,
dancing, dreaming, screaming, heaving on the edge of change,
A precarious path one can celebrate
or simply target.
Here´s to us all.
On the brink of change.
Image: Swirl By Kulshrax (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons