Author: nanna

the wind is soft

the weather tender

the leaves beginning to fall

painting beautiful colours

in unstructured patterns

all over nature

everything was never possible

for anyone

but it is possible

for everyone

to answer ones inner call

if ever we dare

to listen

dependence is not only to be considered

as wrong

dependence is a necessity

for our survival

and the key is to choose

who and what we are

dependent on

and

depending on

stars shining bright again

leading through the darkness

keeping focus

in the extraordinarily tender heat

filling nights

and days

with a certain kind of hope

that not everything is

for the worst

breaking patterns of behaviour

is a work

of utmost precision

and meticulous concentration

to be compared

with a surgical incision

in the mind

everyone can cut into the flesh

and everyone can meddle with the mind

none of it

brings peace

no longer feeling guilty

of loving

is indeed

an emancipation beyond

the imaginable

allowing souls to fly high

in the element of truth

under the crystal blue sky

so propitious to insights

and outlooks

shadows dancing

in unexpected choreographies

modifying the conditions

for presence

soft silences

silky sensations

solemn sounds

sensational seriousness

somewhere

solitude

shifted

into soul

honesty

is such a delicate matter

beginning by being

honest with oneself

the nights are warm again

and the weather astonishing mild

the blue of the sky

more blue

than at any other time

of the year

a wild boar was to be heard

in the underwood

and the subconsciousness

is moving

breaking new paths

of behaviour

there is a certain kind of forgiveness

in the arms

of a loved one

that has no words

to describe it

there is a certain kind of embrace

which reaches beyond the arms

of lovers

to touch eternity

and heal every wound

on its way