Tidings

If ever the Universe changed its flow
I would change along with it.
If ever the poppies changed colour
row on row
I would change along with them.
Like the power in the rapids
what seems a fight
is only a cycle,
a cycle that sings of many becomings.
Some say you have to guage
the water just right;
through measurement, timing and reaction.
I say listen with the spirit of life
and gain the sweet knowledge
the sweet satisfaction.
The kind that brings two souls together
that listens to their fateful call.
The kind that holds on to the lessons
that change the Universe, that change All
That Is.
That is what it's like to watch the struggle
that seems to be one among the waves.
And yet, if you look a little closer,
if you take away the crashing sound
you hear what is beneath the roar.
You will see this beautiful dance
as it works together
in a paradoxical harmony
One that re-defines again and again
the flow of your fateful Universe.