The time ticks on, loudly, within the soul,
Creating havoc, anxiety, restricting the flow,
Unwinding the feats that bear fruits to behold,
Untrusting, rampant with vicious thoughts, untold.
Yet the seasons keep cycling with endless precision,
From Summers to Autumns, Winters to Springs,
With each moment perfect within each transitioning,
The Heart ever morphing, no ending, no beginning.
Releasing the need to live the life of endless summers,
Accepting the cold quietness of the winters that come,
Sitting and resting, reflecting on cycling outcomes,
Manifesting the energetic future, expanding to become one.
The inner seasons, without thought, keep cycling through,
Resistance is pointless, embrace the soul’s rhythms, without ado,
Delight at their movement, dynamic and true,
Keep moving, lighten up and energetically do.