slip

even when peace

does not last

and in the beginning

it does tend to slip

whenever we believe to need it most

there is no reason

not to be grateful

for every moment of peace

received

carrying

darkness is anew

gaining a little

every night

when carrying others

has grown into be

the purpose of life

we end up being

a burden ourselves

out

stepping out of judgment

into observation

is freedom

letting behind heavy chains

of condemnation

opening towards a kind of love

which has no end

perilous

holding on to dreams

with no roots in reality

can already be

a perilous affair

holding on to dreams

which are not our own

is even more hazardous

no matter how seducing

and beautiful

they seem

belief

the root of every dishonesty

is a part of the truth

we believe ourselves unable

to face

nothingness

arriving to the valley of nothingness

with aching back

and sore feet

can in the first approach

seem disappointing

confounding even

as it is never what was imagined

at the outset

yet perhaps it is precisely in

the valley of nothingness

that timid flowers thrive

perpetuation

golden sunrise

over dry landscapes

illuminating the dust

covering the world

yet somewhere in a secret corner

the opening

and unfolding

perpetuate

upsetting

the dissociation from

an image

gained through our upbringing

can be the more upsetting

that it is

liberating

apprenticeship

to observe with different eyes

might ask

for a whole new balance

to be found

just as

learning to be free

has its own apprenticeship

eyes

love is not always to be found

where we expect it

it sometimes occurs in places

where we expect it the least

which does not make one reality

truer than the other

only perhaps to be observed

with different eyes