The Future in the Sky

I wonder if the sky can tell our future?

If the black swirl of those clouds the oracle transformed?

I'd like to ask it questions

And have the stars answer me back.


I wonder if such a thing is possible?

Change

The world never stops moving does it?

You inhale air

And by the time you exhale, it has filled a whole new space.

Everything is movement.

I guess that is why it is natural for us to change.

Evolve

Transcend

Or whatever you want to call it.

I'm just shedding

Skin, clothes, hair

All of it recycled into something new.

I wonder what will become of all things lost to the constant?

Wandering Flowers

If I were the dandelion, and life the wind...where would those uprooted parts of me fly to? I'd like to say somewhere fresh and green, where I could prosper. How knows how far the wind would take me.

I know I would be scared. To fly where life wants you fly. It's so unsure. It's so scary to leave yourself open to chance. I would try to fight the uncertainty, but as a flower, delicate and still unknown on this Earth, you go where you seed happens to fly.

I admire those brave enough to wander.