Transformation
All in this world is in a continue transformation, all is flowing to change in something else. Like the seed in the ground that choose to give it self to the non-existence to reborn in a plant that after will grow and will blossom to give to give this possibility to another seeds. All around us is like an infinite flowing of life through matter, like the sun that is lighting by turns every part of the earth, coming back every morning to complete the night. All good things and all bad things are embracing and flowing each to another, becoming a beautiful entire.
And when the ground is swallowing the sun at the sunset, sun is giving his self full of gratitude because he knows for sure that after a night in which the shadows will master, the earth will reborn the sun with his victorious light.
Life and death are also the parts of the same coin, one of them is in light but another is hidden, invisible, full of mystery, however they are completing each other like in a bouquet of flowers in which the green of leaves is giving the value to the contrasting red of the petals.
Life is like an wind, sometimes slight and sometimes impetuous, that is coming to move the material, to animate, to give sense. And then they are linking in a passionate dance in which movement and transformation cannot be stopped. After this the wind is transforming in a river water, that revives all around, that is flowing to be loosed somewhere in the endbut not irreversible, is loosing to reborn in flowers or in other forms of life; to reproduce through them the universal beauty, to reflect the stars, to nourish the butterflies with full of life love nectar.
Life is an wonder, a mystery that is attracting us with this unknown part.
Life is joy but also sadness, love but also hate, light and dark in the same time, for all this we should love it with all parts because what can be more beautiful.
