I set out to change the world
But instead, the world changed me
And it was only from this change
That I realised what it is
To even want to change the world
Change is her own mistress
You cannot force her
Nor can you prevent her,
When the time is right
Oh! to be an observer of change
Be it abrupt
Within an instant of an instant
Like threading a needle
During the flash of lightning
Or delayed
Over several lifetimes
Eighty four lakhs, to be precise*
All I know about change is that
You have to be prepared for it
With only two instruments
Patience
and
Response
If you fail to be patient
That change may never happen
If you resist to respond
That change will hold you hostage
I set out to change the world
…. for the second time round
** A soul passes through 8.4 million (84 lakhs) births ~ the Vedas
SONYA KASSAM 
Lovely poem, thought provoking words… I would consider awareness and especially “self awareness” as being critical too. Don’t you think?
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Indeed it is. Thank you for your input.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this very nice post!
Iqbal speaks to co-partnering with God. Your post brings this to mind in terms of being a co-creator of change.
Some say that there are immeasureable worlds within a human being. Change that inward reality, and the outward reality follows suit.
This is a great post which provokes looking inward.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you for your thought provoking comment Robert, as well as for your appreciation of my poetry.
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Change can happen Sonya with the right tools, you’ve already mentioned patience and response, I’d like to add perseverance! It’s a lovely thoughtful poem, Sonya, thanks for sharing.
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Thank you dear Ranu, for adding perseverance. A lot of us give up too easily don’t we?
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