when negligence
is carried
with pride
all there is left
is
decay
leaving chaos
and disharmony
to reign
when decay is accepted
as wisdom
it belongs to the mystery of
creation
creating beauty
of its own
crumbling
reminiscences of grief
while the dream
of a perfect world
is crumbling
leaving only
the eternal beauty of
the present moment
wonder of creation
leaning trustfully into
the wonder of
creation
is indeed
a mercy of
its own calibre
can
no longer to believe
what one is told
to be true
can open a door
to love
love lead to
peace
and peace to
eternity
elsewhere
when we are not being met
in our needs of
affection
deficiencies are created elsewhere
in our being
leading to
desire
though
fulfilling our desires
will only lead to
further disruption
whereas
meeting our needs
can make us
whole again
winter storm
whirling thoughts
about the irresponsibility
of believing in
the impossible
carried on
a winter storm
playing with
the naked trees
as to remind
this nakedness is what
reveals
the structure of
who we are
dependency
no longer to be
dependent on
someone else’s
dependency
is an almost disturbing experience
in the outset
without making the circumstance
less true
involves
a landscape
covered by snow
revealing how
healing also involves
gaining awareness about
all the wrongs we have caused
while
broken
being met
when something is accomplished
by desire
it tears apart
whereas
while needs
are being met
healing occurs
hence the urgency to discern
our needs
from
our desires
substance
crossing a butterfly
in the darkest time
of the year
announcing an unexpected
and yet so natural
encounter
arriving as a compensation
after having been drained
by a conversations
without substance