Unpredictable

No one you know really wants you to change

They want you the same

Predictable

Tidy

They want to know what you’d choose and how you’d feel

How you would react

How you would answer

It’s a privilege to know someone that well---

There are very few we feel we can count on

And so we cling to that.

But we can change.

Maybe we are meant to be more like the weather

Unpredictable, when you really come down to it

Maybe a sudden storm clouding the sky

Isn’t ruin

Isn’t chaos

It’s the way.

The soul of everything is wild and free.

It’s nature

Change

Evolution

Expansion

It’s becoming and unbecoming and becoming again

And again and again.

Do not keep your skies calm and your waters placid

For anyone.

Be how you be.

Let the barometer rise and fall only with your truth.