By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

YESTERDAY, a friend of mine was talking about how she felt differently towards a former colleague. She remembered him as one who had a deprecating way of looking at things, but lately she said, she realized that it was probably because it was his way of coping with life’s enormous challenges.

There are many people in our lives who come to us for no reason at some point, but find out over time, the reasons for encountering them at specific periods in our life. There are those we meet because they had to introduce someone who is going to play a significant role, or to bring us to situations that challenge the integrity of our hearts and minds. Even a perceived enemy may one day become your most precious friend.

Over time, as we move towards life’s continuum, we change our opinions towards certain things, and certain people. Not only because they change before our eyes, but we change, too, whether we are conscious or not. I had definite opinions about a book I read several years ago, but rereading it now gave me some other valuable perspective. The book did not change, I changed.

The changing is more complex between people, because both maintain a pace of change that is uniquely theirs. Change is a constant dance within and without, in an experiment of rhythms and vibrations that we take to create our own music.

We are music, eternally composing and decomposing, a part of the larger orchestra from beyond.

 

Transformation

You were, to me, a seashell
where, by keeping you close to my ears
I could hear the voices of mermaids
and the songs of creatures from the depths
of the sea
then, the waves came
you slipped from my hands
and the melodies, too, slipped away

there were other seashells on the beach
washed away by the tide, or thrown away
by those who gathered them
from which, I gathered some
and put them close to my ears
I listened, trying to find the voices
and the melodies I used to hear

there were rhythms, unfamiliar and sweet
others have grating, metallic sounds
as if, drawn from the depths of the water
where not only seashells lie
but suffer, in suffocation

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