The Passage

The rise of life is in the arms of death. The seeds have been sewn in the decay of the dreams that were not realised to make the soil fertile for the next gardener passing through.

How sacred is the passage from life to death, death to life. Where one begins and one ends becomes blurry like the horizon where the sky and sea meet at sunset. The day sinks in to the night and is over. The night rises and touches the sun as it sets, pulling the darkness over the planet gently like a soft comforter. The night gives birth to visions and aspirations an d nurtures them with quiet and deep darkness.

The day returns with repose and promise. The sun reclaims the sky bringing with it abundant activity as all life forms from flowers to humans join in a dance that reconnects the soul to the earth, to each other...and the life of the night returns.