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.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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.
