Life is made of cycles – earth must give place to air and fire must be alternated by water. Accepting the tides and moving with them may be called surrender but I, who know a thing or two about swimming in the Ocean, know better.
-Baby, I´m coming home!
And I can clearly see when my soul is preparing to take off. Once more. Higher than before. Always in directions I haven´t yet explored. There´s no expansion without risk, no pleasure on being aLIVE without the prospect of death, no action without cyclical periods of stillness, no real love without the prior knowledge of hate. Or indifference.
Roaring. First, inside; then out.
Photo: Sekhmet or the truest – fire – side of me.