A Constant Change

a poem of change

I've become acutely aware
of impermanence.
Of the slow, but steady flow
of time moving into beyond.

Of how things change,
never quite the same
as a moment
only just before.

Of growth in constant
abundance of new
ways and days,
cycles of true.

Of me
and my realms
on an infinite wheel
grasping for pause

but God will not heel. 

For the teaching remains,
a secret to be told,
a knowing to hold,
a lesson of old: 

change is the only constant. 

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