I Am Constant Change
Who am I other than constant change?
Thoughts come and go,
Same with emotion, memory and desire,
I am not who I was a moment ago,
And who I am won’t last.
I am constant change,
I am the thread of time,
Birth to death,
Ever changing,
Ever growing,
Never the same.
I am constant change,
I accept this change,
Embrace it,
Lean into it.
Therefore I won’t delete my past,
It was me,
Just as much me as my desire to delete it,
Who knows what I will think in four minutes?
I am constant change.
This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence
