We come from darkness.

Where it’s warm and cosy.

Our mothers womb.

We live in darkness our life.

Where it’s sometimes cold and sometimes warm. But mostly lukewarm.

Unless we apply passion and risk.

Unless we give ourselves and really live.

We go to darkness.

Either after fire or into earth or water.

We all succumb to stardust in the end.

And fly freely in the cold endless darkness of the universe until we once again become bodies and souls.

Circles. Endlessly.