For Tim.

[madamekali]

The butterfly, beating its wings,
causes the earthquake halfway around the world:
a familiar adage.
Yet, our karma is not ironclad;
and our choices demolish old roads
but uncover new ones.

It is said that the flowing water never stops.
The constant flow erodes and reshapes
our lives;
the ripples transfix me, beautiful,
tossing rainbows.

Water which does not flow
becomes stagnant.
Lives which do not change, die.

The secret of the beauty of life
lies not in the fading past,
nor the unseeable future.
Wrap yourself in the tapestry of the present
and live.