Transformation
Lying in the grass
Staring at troubled clouds
In clean air
What was has been
But is not separate from what is to come
What is coming
But is not separate from what was
Full of confidence
Or mourn in uncertainty
A dual feeling
In every violent change palpable
Like night and day
The soft light shines on the darkest places
From which a new reality is unfolding.
Jackelien van Dijk
