She’s intensely vibrating, radiating what is, into every corner of life, nowhere left to hide. From a human interpretation, it could be perceived as rage and destruction, but it’s not. It’s the flavor of a total transformation, a shift into an entirely new paradigm that cannot even be imagined through the filters of the old one, no matter how deeply knowledge reaches, it’s rooted in grounds that are burning and will turn into ashes.
The old has to die. It has fulfilled its purpose (assumed that there’s something like purpose). It offered a field that is completely harvested, now. There will not grow anything new on it, on its ashes. Its ashes will rather bury the old under emerging oblivion. Nothing to remember, aeons of nothing.
An invitation to explore the nature of decay, of the destructuring of what does not function anymore. Being close to experience the emerging standstill of a paradigm that loses all of its purposes, and being part of its implosion. The pain and grief of the loss of what was so familiar, for ages – and seemed to just be for granted, getting now gathered by the radical force of the unknown, in its fierce and divine beauty.
There’s beauty in decay, it colors the memories of past glory and achievements, of pain and failure, and paints a bright light around them, contrasted by its raw shadows of transience.
Transience, my ever-reliable friend, as vast as existence is. You give me confidence that nothing will last forever, and in your ever-changing nature mirrors eternity. I willingly surrender to you and let you take me through the ever shapeshifting sensations and appearances of life.
Make me one, and another. Altogether.