Transience.

The leaves are falling,
falling as if from far up,
as if distant gardens were withering in the skies.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands infinitely gentle,
are holding up all this falling.

R.M. Rilke

J.S. Bach Partita C minor BWV 997 Sarabande & Gigue:

by Alissa Rossius

My life.
I want to live it
aware that I might not be
in human form anymore
tomorrow.

My soul:
A caleidoscope.
The human body:
a temporary home on earth,
home for my soul.

Why is there transience?
Why can’t everything stay as it is?
Fear of death.
Which fear could be more existential?
What is fear of death?
Fear of death is the fear of being loved –
Unconditionally.

A. Rossius

Bach-Hess Chorale ‘Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring’


What do you feel?