the stars were out again
and a blush of pink
illuminating the clouds
as the only subtle manifestation
of sunrise
it does not always have to be
spectacular
to be efficient
plenitude
beginning to discover
what one has been given
instead of running after
what one has not
is indeed
a tender relief
and a good place to begin
the moon is growing towards its fullest
the trees are losing their leaves
and there is nothing to be ashamed of
least of all vulnerability
joy
when the sense of duty
is sneaking into
what was begetting joy
it is time to revise
since joy is as important for the soul
as blood is
for the body
appearances
changing the order of things
might be good for a change
keeping up appearances
might not always be
the good answer
the moon was showing its face of mystery
before rain sat in again
behind lightly uncovered trees
preparing their naked beauty
with every wind running through the forest
letting their inner structure surface
in all its glory
not even covered
by a shadow of shame
skeleton
we all have a skeleton
meaning
we all have an inner structure
but not everyone has the patience
to let that inner structure surface
imposing a structure
might be a good solution
for impatient people
but it does not make it wrong for the patient one
to take their time
to let that inner structure
surface
even when it means
living for a while in the utmost unpleasant sensation
of lacking something as essential for the verticality
as a skeleton
storyteller
reaching the end
of a tale
is when it is time
to begin another
life can be considered
an endless collection of tales
and that is
the beauty of storytelling
dissociation
what is more appropriate than dissociation
while the fist golden leaves are separated from their branches
by a mild wind
covering the earth with golden rugs
than dissociating the imaginary
from what is
it does not make the experience more pleasant
only creates a certain harmony between
what is happening at the outside
and what is happening inside
sadness is the emotion coming along
whether it has been invited or not
and a tender sensation of lightness
revealing
that being a carrier of the imaginary
can be a heavier burden
than imagined
continuation
confusion
and steady rain
a mess of dreams
opening spots in the memory
one would rather have been without
confirming
that different layers are being reached
the solitary bird
is there again
singing
with a somehow poignant enthusiasm
reminding
that hope is never to be
abandoned
illumination
the landscape is illuminated
by flames of golden trees
the mornings covered
in light mist
the sun enlightening it all
into luminous beauty
where darkness in various shapes and forms
seems to unfold
reminding
that light is not a right to be claimed
light is for man
to choose
over and over again
cobweb
a structure of bad habits
is still a structure
but not necessarily the one
one wish to neither lean
nor be dependent on
a structure of bad habits is like a cobweb
freedom for the spider
and prison for the butterfly
behaving like a spider
when one is a butterfly
is suicidal
and who knows
perhaps the essence of the butterfly is
complete absence of structure
perhaps this complete absence of structure
is essential for the butterfly
just as the cobweb is
essential for the spider
it is not about being right
but about being true
to oneself