wind has blown the mist away
preparing the way for the rain
to cleans
and nourish
washing away the old
for the new to break through
in its own time
spontaneity
sacred sleep
softening sore suffering
silently seizing
spontaneity
fair
life is not fair
nor is it unfair
life is life
also
morning mists are covering the world
as an image of
how staying in an illusion can sometimes be
not only more comfortable
but perhaps even essential
yet
by facing reality in all its aspects
freedom is also to be found
respect
for some people it might be difficult
to respect their own limits
for others to go beyond their own limitations
none of them is a better person
the challenge is just
different
but it is a perpetual question of
respecting our boundaries
and those of the other
leaves
grounded
heavily grounded
like leaves of lightness
falling to the ground
transforming into earth
nourishing whatever strives
to grow
unable
being unable to tell a lie
is most of the time an illusion
since most of us lie to ourselves
in one way
or the other
in order to keep up with the idea of
who we are
dew
morning mist
veiling the world
while dawn is breaking
and a new day announcing
new perspectives
like pearls of morning dew
proportional
when darkness is present
most of the day
light seems proportionally
more precious
aside
dreams with no beginning
nor end
but with an inevitable presence
changing the balance of the mind
whether or not
this was desired
dreams
with no beginning nor end
opening a window to the invisible
taking into account parts of reality
that were so far left aside