Transitions are the universe's way of saying it is time to change. Whether it is a situation, a career or a life style, it is the a warning or suggestion that something more is about to come.
Subtle, silent reminders of earthly mortality and more, the shifting sands of time concur that there is always shore.
Subtle, silent reminders of earthly mortality and more, the shifting sands of time concur that there is always shore.
A shore from which to start your journey to sail on and soar. On vessels made from loving dreams and christened by our yore.
When tides of time anoint the sails and blow us to and fro, then steer with oars we must begin, to chart our course, or no.
On the crest of waves we gain our thrust and fly across the sea. But constant care must be observed lest on the reef we'll be. Dashing hopes of long held dreams and swimming in the sea.
I have felt the strain of gravity pulling at my soul. I have felt the hand of mortality as it pushes me to the shoal. And I have felt the freedom of restraint when all is wrong.
Perhaps it is infinity that holds the final key. A time, a place, a season that allows me to be free. So let us trust in happenstance and learn from it indeed. That life is what we make of it. It's life itself we need.
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