Author: nanna

to be seen

to be heard

to be sensed

to be taken in

as who we are

not who we think we are

nor who we wish to be

least of all who we believe

we ought to be

but just

who we are

the pristine presence

of early morning hours

turned into silent prayers

through mere contemplation

by a conscious mind

sleeplessness

as yet another sign of spring

despite the barren landscape

covered by white innocence

sleeplessness

not out of fear of what is to come

nor out of sadness of what has gone

but sleeplessness

in an irresistible urge

to blossom

having nowhere to go

when life turns into a dead end

can be an opportunity

for breaking down

an inner wall

the first sign of spring is appearing

by the nuance of green

in the underwood

the first sign of spring

after a long winter

is manifesting in the body

as an irresistible urge

to live

as a profound joy

merging out of an inexplicable darkness

into gold

covering the naked trunks

with the most marvellous winter light

spending life

searching for something

that was lost

just out of the principle

of not being someone

who loses things

is indeed

missing the target

the more when what was lost

had no use

nor any reason to be

not to name

that it will never be possible to find

what did not belong to oneself

in the first place

gusts of wind

whirling over the landscape

revealing its nakedness

even more

by bringing down

rigidities

which were never meant

to stand

trusting

can be a difficult exercise

for a heart

which has grown used

never to do so

accepting ones fate can

on the other hand

be perceived

as a miracle

quivering nerves

is a fragile ground to walk on

it is in certain ways

no ground at all

since quivering nerves opens

unpredictably

into black holes

where everything is being absorbed

into nothing

and no one will be able to observe

it ever was

except

the one

who survives

over and over again

these passages of the void

with the experience burned into the memory

and with no ability to forget

rain or not

a thin moon

behind the naked trees

naked stars

on a cold sky

cold frost

covering the ground

and the sun still rises