Nobody knows what to make

of the roiling rivers of change

all around us.

People rely on their eyes to see

what is happening,

but their eyes are easily fooled.

People are resisting change.

Resisting death, resisting life.

Let go of all opinions

and open up to your own

inevitable demise.

Everyone you know and love,

everyone you distrust or dislike,

everyone who's ever lived,

has had or will have their own

spring, summer, fall and winter.

Opening to constant change is surrender.

It takes practice.

Becoming fully alive to death,

one can appreciate the purposeful fragility

of existence.

Every moment becomes charged with

new light.

Love is redefined

again and again and again.

One begins to see through new eyes.