Transition4 My New World Poem by Mary Mc Creath

A whole new world was now
opening out to me.
Undreamed of experiences,
were now coming my way.

I now realized how limiting
was my wholeness,
I had clung to,
on my mountain peak world.

That world had been shattered.
I had been scattered,
in all directions.
Only to find a new world,
less solid than my old world.

I now lived in a fluid world,
that constantly opened to me,
a newness and never ending variety,
of ways of relating to it.