It’s not defined by what we have - a stately house, a fancy car.
Material things don’t mark our strides or judge just where we are.
It’s not defined by who we’re with - the ideal partner, the perfect mate.
Only spirit measures growth and determines at what rate.
When nothing seems to change and time keeps rolling by,
Remember we’re evolving, though unseen by the naked eye.
Our souls are always moving toward the place we’re supposed to be.
We are always making progress - where it matters, internally.
It’s not defined by the job we have, if we’re famous or renowned.
It’s not our physical achievements that decide if we’ve gained ground.
It’s not defined by worldly travels, where we’re going, where we’ve been.
It’s not the outside or external - it’s the steps we take within.
When nothing seems to change and time keeps rolling by,
Remember we’re evolving, though unseen by the naked eye.
Our souls are always moving toward the place we’re supposed to be.
We are always making progress - where it matters, internally.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2004
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