Author: nanna

birds are singing in the dawn

the rain has stopped

long lines of clarity

breaks through consciousness

bringing perspective

into chaos

holding focus in the pain that seemed

unbearable

in order to no longer evade suffering

but elevate it into joy

light mist

and long sleep

dreams from a past

that no longer is

and yet seems to decide

upon the present

unless

the decision to leave it behind

is carried out

in every instant

by an act of

presence

awakening into despair

before dawn breaks the night

is discouraging in itself

awakening into despair

day

after day

after day

is deteriorating the nerves

awakening into despair

year

after year

after year

is hopeless

and yet

every new day

is a new day

every new dawn

an opportunity for joy

to unfold its wings

every break of dawn

so full of mercy

heavy grey

mild wind

omnipresent humidity

the cry of an owl

tearing the night

opening space and occasions

for shadows

to whirl freely

in the mind

disrupting every connection

to the heart

and yet

somewhere

a brim of light

is still burning

very soon it will be growing too

carrying the light to the world

is a strange mission

from some point of views considered

ultimately useless

from others

not

yet

the most spectacular about it is

that carrying the light to the world

contains no tangible glory

rather a certain degree of invisibility

it is accessible to anyone

and takes only one effort

surrender

yet most seems to find it

out of reach

keeping confidence

that everything is well

is sometimes a challenge

taking us beyond

what is possible to be grasped

by comprehension

rain

steady falling rain

after a day with sun

and blue sky

after a moment of relief

from grey humidity

diving back into the depths

from where light is

emerging

cold humidity is hitting the bones

trying to discourage

even the most fervent believer

in the return of the light

building a case is a strategy

an excellent manner to get through

earthly matters

but rather an obstacle

when the aim is

to reach beyond

an early wake up

after days upon days

of sleep

after weeks upon weeks

of dormancy

after a whole long life

of paralysis

is like

a kiss from a mysterious lover

like

being brought back into life

hope is

building its own scaffold

around lives

apparently falling apart

but hope can never manifest

unless it is chosen

even in the midst of darkness