When I was younger,

and first learning I could feel

the presence of the Earth,

I would get SO annoyed

and upset with concrete

blocking the way and covering up

so much of the ground

everywhere I went.

I became anti-cement

nearly to an extreme

anti-civilization frame of mind,

until I grew a bit more

and found

cement did not matter,

asphalt was no block to Mother

because it WAS the Mother,

made of the same.

Then

after I had grown even more,

I figured out

that sameness was also me—

and that sameness was

actually energy.

I can look at the tree

and see its sprig of a sprout

and its vulnerable twig 

it grew from

as well as the towering

being it has become,

and feel overcome

with feelings

of honoring pride and joy

as if it were myself

who accomplished that,

because it was.

I look at my daughter,

who used to be so tiny

and helpless

and dependent on me,

now five years old

attending school

and needing her daddy

much less than before,

and even amid that awareness of change

I am overwhelmed

with pride and love

at the young lady she is becoming

all on her own,

this being so amazing

and completely herself,

and I watch and I know

this too is how

my own journey was.

I feel so old,

so wonderfully old…

I’ve been through so much,

learned levels on levels

of myriad things,

and still I know nothing,

nothing at all,

except Love is the one thing

that matters to me,

that binds every facet

of time across space,

and is the only true constant

growing each change.

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