Our universe is
changing, enlarging,
reshaping and emerging,
predictable, yet fickle,
knowable but every mysterious.
And we, as aware beings
of this little world,
that sits in obscurity
at the edge of a galaxy,
see its rhythms and fluctuations.
attended by the flow and inevitability
of time that moves on and
towards some future unbeknown.
‘Nothing stays the same’
is the oft-repeated truism
that we all comprehend
as much as the air
that flows into
our ancient lungs,
or the flows of the tides,
and the condition
of life’s cycle from
conception to death.
The shifts and turns of
lives living attend this
movement and flow
from one present moment
to another as
‘life goes on’
in its inexorability.
Sickness, health,
loss and gain,
crumbling decay and rebuilding
are the poles and textures
of this life of transitoriness,
in which we seek
to predict but are never sure.
From this transience
and flux of existence,
there is no escape,
however much we wish
and dream for more;
for in this condition of living
and being in the world,
we are planet bound,
earth dependent,
subjects of a global
kingdom of change,
calamity, wonderment
and disorder,
where we we can decide
but are never certain
in living in
the wonderment that is life.
19/3/2016