In Autumn,
a sunbeam,
is aesthetically
pleasing.
In Winter,
a sunbeam,
is precious.
In Spring,
a sunbeam,
is a welcome
old friend.
In Summer,
a sunbeam,
is a laser
beam death ray.
It’s
perspective,
that’s
changed.
Like the
seasons.
Always on
the move,
always in
flux,
always in
transition.
No stubborn
absolutism,
no
intransigent positions,
no
stagnation.
Change is
change,
for change,
in change.
In mind,
a change,
is good.
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