The wind still comes around,
bringing the scent of the changing seasons;
and the gentle breeze still blows the gauze curtain
inward, allowing love and magic to come in
through the open window.

The trees in the garden and the forest
just up ahead are still green;
the flowers are still blooming in different colors,
and the butterflies still flutter playfully,
gracefully flapping their wings,
leaving butterfly kisses in their wake.

The sky is still blue;
the sun still shines despite the towering clouds
and the rain it brings;
and the moon still comes to visit
in all its phases – waning and waxing.

The earth still turns – revolving around the sun,
following its orbit, and rotating on its axis.
Time still flows, fluctuating and directionless,
dilating in space;
new stars are born and old ones die –
imploding and exploding.

The soul is unending, undying and boundless;
it is cleansed and reborn in you and me,
and the universe continues to expand as we do –
infinitely, it is always beginning within you and me.