There is a moment,

There is a moment,

I know not when

It will occur,

Or what to say

To help with preparation

But the old ones,

Foretell its happening,

And the world

Will look different.

It may be enhancing,

This quality of change,

Dreams you had may be fulfilled,

The texture of the air

You breathe may bring substance

To your thoughts,

Heighten your senses,

As the surroundings

Come into sharper focus,

With everything, pinpoint perfect.

But in such bold relief

Clarity can be painful,

As hidden within its careless folds,

Lies the certainty

That nothing ever gained

Is maintained,

Without a sense of loss.

This may be a good thing

But it is still frightening

To think

That whatever happens

For good or ill,

Change may not

Always be within your control

And the outcome

Not always desirable.

Whatever the path,

To reach enlightenment

Is no easy transition.

From out of darkness

May come bright light,

But in the seeing,

The truths exposed are not always

The truths we seek.

I say this with no

Expectation of understanding

From me, or you,

As the meaning of change

Is in the living,

And is dependent on its beholding.

But I wish you well

And hope the turning

Of your day is

Filled with love,

Joy and revelation.