Photo: a small wooden church, just as I like them, Upper Moutere.

For true change is something else entirely,

it  is not even change,

it  is about becoming  oneself,

on a a path filled with shadow,

one that we follow against our own will,

and we find ourselves at the end of the path

before the door of our soul.

The debris of the past, scattered on the ground,

we are surprised, we wonder,

but we are already elsewhere,

it is neither better nor worse,

it is simply a little closer to ourselves but one of another kind