Thursday, March 10, 2011

this too





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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.

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noornalini
photo by edward weston


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3 comments:

Nalini said...

Thank you so much, I am very flattered you chose to post my poem in your beautiful blog...
Much Metta :)

smilingheart said...

So glad to find it!
This is such a lovely expression, thank you!
Your posts consistently offer drops of pure emptiness to parched lips.

dean

noornalini said...

:) Thank you once again, dear Dean...