Everything changes.
You are changing right now
Don’t believe those who say
you are an old dog,
Change is inevitable.
That’s what this place is.
Why just a moment ago this pen
was flowing sweet blue ink
and then it stopped.
That little insignificant act
motivated a decision.
Would I still write this poem?
Or would I slip into complacency?
I decided to hunt for a new pen.
It too has fine blue ink.
And the decision to find it
changes everything
about my day, about your day,
possibly even moving
the course of your life
because I might unearth
a little wisdom here in regal blue,
and these words might inspire you
to feel something,
or forgive someone,
or to remember what grace there is
in a fine pen, or a gray pigeon,
or an old worn out pair of shoes.
This pen might facilitate a moment
when I let something Speak,
something inside,
something real and true.
giving us both a reason to look beyond
the old dog.
Maybe there is something
behind this world of ordinary things;
behind the pen,
behind the pigeon
behind these shoes,
or maybe it is within me,
the changeless, the steadfast,
the contentment,
exuding in endless forms and strokes
across time
with one awareness.
It knows every pip and squeak
of creation the same.
It loves effervescently quiet
like bubbles in a bottle of
unopened champagne
eternally ready to rise,
to excite, to tickle your nose,
if you expose It.
Changeless and alive in every
little thing,
always given to say something
wonderful,
something that changes everything.
When truth has come, it harbours in its wings the gift of perfect constancy and love which does not falter in the face of pain but looks beyond it, steadily and sure. ACIM WB 107. 6
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