this too

.

.

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.

.
~ noornalini
photo by edward weston


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