change...

Change, change, change, and yet, little is.
Lots of it is supposed too, but hasn't.
Can I really complain?
  no.
I'm continuing to prosper, eating well, staying fit but ~
All this new stuff I am trying to create, is snagging. Gagged.
Somehow for some reason, I am responsible for this. 
​I am because, I am. No one else controls me, so, it is my create.
Or in this case, my non-create!
It feels like a bubble. One way or the other. 
Like Popeye used to say, "I am what I am". 
It's really quite funny. 
Some old song had a line in it "I've got love in my tummy."
It's like some part of me has let go.  Of what? 
Possibly the physical world but, another part of me is hanging on.
This really does feel, like what's going on.
So, in one sense I'm free.
However, in the other sense, I am not. Caught.
Thing is, they both appear to be important.
I guess that my free sense (the bubble), is spirit and ~
the other sense is the physical world part.
Therefore, they are both true.
Deciding to allow them both to simply be ~
Then it figures they will each, workout. 
Divine timing simply hasn't occurred yet. It's not divine yet.
Which also brings up, maybe it's not just me. 
For, it to be divine, it must be so for anyone else as well ~
   that it affects...