when mistrust has grown
the fundament
it takes more than what the imagination can grasp
for trust to pervade
settled
steady falling
heavy rain
nourishing even the deeper layers
while darkness increase
and the preparations for winter
settles
tearing
a single bird
tearing the night with its cry
bringing life
to the darkness
while humidity is covering the world
enhancing fecundity
migration
cool nights
birds migrating southwards
autumn is here
one being last
and lost
calling for the others
with a voice of despair
and sadness
while the sun rises
and the moon sets
as if
nothing had happened
even less changed
meltdown
a meltdown
is not in any way
a pleasant experience
but when something has been overheated
over too long a period of time
this is
inevitably
what happens
uproot
there is an end
to everything
not always the one
we longed for
yet an end
all the same
often inevitable
for something new
to begin
grounded
standing firm
on own ground
without aggression
nor hurt
is indeed a kind of
rebirth
frailty
finding balance
is the more overwhelming
when life previously has been
nothing but
frailty
overload
it is not by calling it other names
reality can change
it is while calling it by
its proper name
deliverance occur
overload is
overload
urge
when the urge to live
is breaking through dreams
deeper layers of healing
are gently moving
towards the surface
the morning mists
only confirm
that a transition
is taking place