silent tears cleansing
what could seem to be
endless layers of shame
but endless layers of shame
are endless possibilities of transformation
truce
there are many ways
to fight a war
and just as many ways
to end it
there is a time for everything
also for peace
dormancy
a mild and golden light
falling upon
the inner landscape
revealing unexpected valleys
and soft hills
bringing to the surface
the tenderness
that had been lying patiently dormant
waiting for the proper moment
to emerge
distinction
living in a perpetual state of panic
is not only unbearable
it is unnecessary
but once panic has traced its trail in the brain
it can be more than difficult
to change
though
it is worth to notice the distinction between
more than difficult
and impossible
the cloudless night has cooled down the air
the moon is covering the world with silver
clarity might be a place
to begin
night bird
a full moon
and a morning star
a transparent layer of clouds
night birds singing their last songs
before a new and different day
dawns
compensation
the wind is telling stories again
whirling up the underworld
tearing off golden leaves
it is the end of a time
and no one seems to know
what is ahead
uncertainty is playing with fear
and generosity is growing rare
old accounts are surfacing
compensation claimed
someone seems to have displaced
faith
caring
not to care
is a sad experience
much more so
than what it might sound
in the midst of a conversation
not to care
is a way of giving up
on oneself
and when we do not care for ourselves
no one else can do it
in our place
misbehaviour
owls are singing in the night
one single bird is holding on to its morning ritual
and the moon is full
odd dreams are stretching their long arms
into consciousness
leaving behind a certain unease
with whatever it was trying to tell
recognising ones dependence
is the first step towards
the end of every addiction
no matter how invisible
misbehaviour is misbehaviour
no matter how one disguise it
and there are indeed
many ways
falling stars
the fall is falling
gently
not everybody is born
to be a star
but that does not mean
that everyone does not have one
only
that some
are walking in the shadow
able only to see
all the light
they do not have
questioning
some questioning
is compulsory
too much questioning
is suffocating
not enough questioning
is blind
there is a golden balance
to be found