one thing in life is certain: everything passes

whether it be negative or positive: it passes

it passes and something comes

passes and transforms itself

stays, but moves a little

everything remains the same and also changes

wandering paradoxes of

multiple

realities

whether it be crisis or bonanza: it passes

whether it be fear or peace: it passes

whether it be life or death: it passes

whether it be light or heavy: it passes

whether it be hope or despair: it passes

it passes.

it passes because that’s how life is:

an endless back and forth of new beginnings

an eternal cycle of re-encounters

a composite mosaic of opposites

a cloud of possibilities

a pouring rain

a cleansing water

an (ef)fusion

there aren’t many certainties

but, still, everything passes

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