They tell us to hold steady,
keep the ground firm,
but the ground itself shifts—
silent adjustments beneath
the weight of old decisions.
Change rolls in like the tide,
deliberate, insistent;
some brace against the swell,
others dive into it's forward pull.
Neither stillness nor
movement alone can hold us—
we are in the in-between,
where each choice sends
ripples across the surface
and every hesitation
writes itself into tomorrow.
Philosophical eloquence
Philosophical eloquence
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Most appreciated feedback,
Most appreciated feedback, dear poet. Most grateful to you
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