being ready and prepared
holding the head high
is a marvellous state
of being
an opportunity favourable to receive
what might come
opacity
a single star
appearing between the clouds
so many layers
of opacity
suddenly withdrawing
the span of time
for insight to cut clear
what was covered in mists
forbearance
there are just as many ways
to betray
as there are ways
to stay
faithful
discerning the origin of our behaviour
is a way to observe
honesty
raising beyond emotions
another
wheeling
the return of the light
the gentle increase
of bright hours
the leaving behind of
a past cycle
the inevitable beginning
of a new
and the wheel goes on
dust
flaming emotions
burning through the body
purifying old scars
into dust
of gold
while
low winter light
opening into new perspectives
revealing unexpected beauty
and strength
in the vulnerability
of nakedness
while illumination is working
its own ways
incurable
openings into eternity
can be so many things
astonishingly enough
when not recognised as such
it can
be carried as a wound
interpreted as a weakness
seen as instability
condemned as incurable
where all it ever was
was insight
escape
heavy grey
hanging over the landscape
bringing its own order
into the short hours of
daylight
one way to escape
solitude
is by
accepting it
nausea
nausea is running through the blood
as if
darkness had suddenly
penetrated the skin
struggling with light itself
in the core of every cell of the body
nausea is running through the blood
announcing victoriously
that light has not given up
creeping
clouds are keeping
the sun out
leaving an impenetrable sensation
of grey
creeping under the skin
while waiting for light
to return