Something is dying
Something is being born
The shedding
of the old
skin
is but the birth
of a new one...
The void
is
the falling
and flying
simultaneously
but we can only
grasp
one
side of the coin
at a time.
The silence
in between
breaths
whispers
the ephemeral nature
of all:
Peace is in the eye of the storm.
with thanks: the beauty we love
Photo: Peter Bowers