Change is a rainbow feathered bird that flies
above the colorblind mistaken for
a vulture. This fortuitous disguise,
by fluky chance serves to rouse and restore
the sleepy eyes of those who would be wise.
Sometimes a batter-ram invades the shrine
where couched within, we ponder the Divine.
No circumstance, nor person, nor desire,
nor accident, nor politic can stay
the willful heart, bent on finding higher
richer realms that reach the One True Way.
Before that, puny things confound the tryer.
The life-long war with gravity and sleep
requires of mind, a bird-like conscious leap.