Author: nanna

inhabiting sensuality

after years of seclusion

is like barren land

growing fertile

after years of drought

only while

observing

and acknowledging

the true nature

of things

can it become possible

for a deviation

to be redressed

for a perversion

to be straightened out

for grief to be elevated

into joy

a certain frailty

full of wondering

how

to assimilate

all that love

touching a deeper state

of happiness

nothing to do with

ecstasy

rather a silent exaltation

of gratitude

too much freedom

can erode

the faculty

of discernment

too much trust

can lead astray

a certain amount of wisdom

rarely harm

learning to live with

our nature

with all its flaws

and instincts

all its cunning skills

of survival

in order to learn

to love

our nature

with all its flaws

and instincts

all its cunning skills

of survival

and live

holding on

to truth

can never be

destructive

wanting to

convince

others

about

what is true

can be

devastating

as the undercurrents

of a being

have their own tides

and times

of transformation

running off

into the future

without being able to rest

in the quietude

of the present moment

is also

a state of mind

not necessarily to be

cultivated

just observed

as a passaging condition

steady falling rain

and a sore body

as darkness is closing in

on nature

while light increases

in the heart

gently closing

the last door

to dependence

nothing dramatic

nothing brutal

just a firm

soft

closing

of a door

which was never meant

to be opened