Howling wind does not move me
Raging sea does not shake me
The pit opens beneath me
Yet
I remain
Change has no effect on me.
Birth and death are the only I recognize
From my place of strength
I am told of stagnation
From my place of power
I am shown weakness
From the place were
I can not be
and will not be
moved
I realize
I’ve long forgotten about the fall.
© Christopher F. Brown 2010
