Author: nanna

so tired

that even thinking seems

impossible

yet

it is in these states of fatigue

that thoughts have a tendency

to run wild

talking into the silence

during the night

can sometimes be

the best way to express

what is otherwise too difficult

to say

facing reality

can be a bittersweet encounter

bitter to see the illusion

fall apart

sweet in the sense

that by the extinction of every illusion

freedom expands

stepping into history

perceiving the impact on the presence

dreams of vows

taken in a moment of exasperation

yet still shaping the future

into peace

despite consequences beyond

whatever the moment of frustration

could possibly imagine

not to be heard

is hurtful

not to be taken serious

sad

not to be seen

shaking

though somewhere

below every wound

lies an opportunity

to heal

mist over humid soil

freshness after heavy heat

reaching the end of a journey

can be clothed

in harmonious flavours

of sweet and sad

sometimes

a simple sentence

can open into

a whole new world

where suffering is no longer perceived

as punishment for our failures

rather as opportunities to reach

beyond

initiations can lie

hidden in a subtle sentence

a civilised conversation

in a sacred garden

a warm summer day

and a swim

though all the elements have to be gathered

for the initiation to touch

the soul

taking consciousness

from one dimension

to another

a few drops of water

only enough

to refresh the world

and wash away

layers of irritation

erupting after too many years of

manipulation

leaving space for gratitude

where perfection had not only ruled

but overruled

grace

tuning sensitivity

into form

takes openness

and focus

abandon

once the direction is set

while holding on to

faith

through obstacles

and resistance

which can

once the direction is set

be perceived

as landmarks

tuning even higher

sensitivity into form

transforming what seemed to be

failure

into power