Everyday something or someone changes, and yet
So many days feel just like yesterday.
The sun rises, the sun sets, and truthfully
Nothing is the same today as it was yesterday,
Especially me, especially you.
Did I miss something?
Do I take for granted the evolution of consciousness?
Is it true that some people are really, truly stuck?
If you arose this morning
You are different today than you were yesterday.
Can't help it, but
You can bury it, forget it, deny it, ignore it.
Life is always "anewing."
Even mine, even yours.