Precipice of the Abyss

Moving into the wild west, the great unknown;

Although many parts have long been known.

To feel how the puzzle pieces shift…

Will they come together in this new space?

Will a larger picture be born?

Will my eyes be open and my lenses be clear to SEE the picture?

What will we make of the picture?

Will we still be puzzled?

Standing on the edge of movement that feels scary.

Sometimes feels exactly right and other times feels so wrong.

The only choice is movement, is action (when you can’t sit still).

Taking the next step, whether it turns out to be right or wrong,

Because impermanence is the only thing we know for sure anyway.

So learning to flow with these changes as life itself,

Without grasping too long or too hard to one outcome or another.

With gratitude for the options TO move and change,

To ebb and flow.

The challenge is to actually feel it all, and to move the head out of the way

Long enough to enjoy and relish in the dance of it all.

As a wise man once said,

One way or another, something’s got to give.