Time changes and yet it stands still.
As a time-lapse movie images pass by.
Time runs past me and yet in the middle I feel standing completely still.
People all around me moving evolving,
from seed to flower and then fruit.
The joy, the sweetness of happiness.
Things are never as they seem,
every rock has a diamond side.
Every flower once was a seed.
Every rain drop travelled the skies before falling down on me.
No blame for what happened on the way.
No shame for the shape it got.
The light crossing it.
A rainbow in the sky next to the grey cloud.
No neutral exists.
No black or white only grey.
And the grey has its reasons, its journeys.
And looking in the mirror it is clear.
Reflection my friend. There you are again.