Author: nanna

purpose is such an intimate matter

manifesting

with the ephemerality of a sunrise

and yet being

the indisputable centre

of every given life

nothing to do with duty

nothing to do with delight

though running underneath everything

as a gentle river stream

clarity

after days of cold confusion

is elating for the soul

being able to breath again

deep soft breathing

untying even the smallest knot

of anticipation

is soothing for body and mind

contrasts can sometimes be

difficult to live in

whether it be the weather

the moods

intellectual convictions

or just differences of characters

contrast can sometimes be

challenging to live

but standing in that span

embracing it all

without judgement

is another kind of

bliss

the wind is whirling up the cold

grey clouds swallowing the sunrise

yet not everything is determined

by the moods of nature

when a long awaited day

arises

it can be almost intimidating

treading into it

though independent of the moods of nature

what is beyond

is leaning into the light

and trust

all the preparations will carry out with grace

the responsibilities we have been granted

and taken

the birds seems eager as always

greeting another day

indifferent to the cold

bringing the world to sleep

accepting the pace of life

can be considered

a humiliation

though it is

while we accept the pace of life

everything becomes

possible

having demons dancing

in the chest

can be a heavy experience

no matter how light

the air around could seem to be

having demons dancing in the chest

can be a liberating experience

no matter how claustrophobic

their presence could seem to be

when love is burning under their feet

and light illuminating their intentions

the cold is being lived

as an attack on the body

after having accustomed itself

to milder winds

reminding that contradictions are

at some point

part of every human

reality

downplaying can sometimes be

necessary

perhaps even essential

for consciousness to become aware

of what the heart is being

given

an unexpected lightening

tearing apart

a peaceful day of spring

an unexpected news

tearing a part

a peaceful state of heart

breaking into

compassion

there is a particular grace

in being chosen by wild animals

there is a particular grace

in being chosen

by the one we love

there is a particular grace

in being chosen

yet we all are

when we accept to be

so