era

the change of era

as the change of times

or the change of cycle

can be nothing but confusing

in the outset

yet out of any chaos comes

a new opening

into truth

when only we have the perseverance to stay in it

long enough

for insight to unfold

without losing ourselves to the storm

cacophony

in a cacophony of thoughts

the mind all too easily gets trapped

by the creation of its own

imagination

the more gracious

when mercy settle

and what was before

a tortured soul

can unfold softly

in the midst of silence

audible

there is a time for

subtleties

a moment of bringing into balance

the sounds

for a greater harmony

to play

audible for the physical ear

flatter

exclusiveness

might feel flattering

as long

as one is not being the

excluded

proclaiming

proclaiming good news

in an hour of darkness

can in a certain manner feel

as offending the pain

of those who suffers

yet

suffering will never end

by keeping quiet

once

seeing the invisible

as hearing the silence

touching the untouchable

smelling the inodorous

as tasting the tasteless

is not necessarily

obvious

though

once it has been accepted

for what it is

there is no end to love

erroneous

spring is unfolding

generously and abundantly

green all over

being loyal to someone

who is truthful only when

in the one’s own interest

might not only be difficult

but erroneous

blank

a blank slate

a new

perhaps even different story

to be told

secrets to be revealed

unfolded

enlightened

truth to be spoken

achievement

beginning a new day

with the leftovers of what was before

can be a sad experience

reminding of all

which was never accomplished

instead of celebrating

the achieved

future

healing old wounds

is not only healing the past

but healing the future

opening towards the possibility

of ´presence

in the present