The hellos, the goodbyes.
There is no beginning, no end.
The seamless night turns to flowing day. The point at which day becomes night, and night becomes day, is no point, only a seamless meeting of hellos and goodbyes.
Like a labyrinth that has no end –
only an entry and exit – so are we carried by the winds of breath.
In . out.
Temenos October 2017
© Katja Hamilton