Incarnation Airport

People always arriving
and constantly departing
makes life an airport of sorts,
a station of exchange.
Coming in, going out,
passing through.
We tesseract in the air
between dimensions,
blinking like lights in the sky

on and off and on…
And on our ways
in between our lives.
In the energetics
of transformation,
we start over
again and again,
and we give it up
over and over.

We lift off, we land,
the hum of Change
a kind of music,
for the dance
of sailing forth and back.
In the busy hallways and runways
we wave and wish each other well
in the crossing place
called life.

©Susa Silvermarie 2022

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