MELTDOWN AND REBIRTH
The new is born from the old
What was, becomes the ground
Out of which the new arises
When the blacksmith melts down the old tool,
Well used but now useless,
He may forge a strong and powerful creation
This is our meltdown
Our crystallization
Our death
Our ways are weary and corrupted
And we have become diseased and downcast
Yet inside us are the very seeds of our awakening
It is not the end but the rebirthing of something new
For rebirth to happen
The old dies
And of course that brings fear
And great consternation
The warrior holds steady
One eye on the danger
And the other on the destination
Present and calm.
- Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay