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.