.
.
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.
