owls celebrating spring
in the darkest hour of the night
just before dawn
while the scent of trees in bloom
is preparing to fill the air
just before the rain
how
the surprising thing
about being in a dead end
is to observe
how life is much more generous
than the imagination of the mind
soul
soft spring
silently unfolding
seductive in every manner
yet encouraging the secluded soul
to keep even more focused
on soul
pink
a tree in bloom
abundance of frail pink
a sight of great joy
and of great healing
opening towards light
construction
living up to
what others might expect
is an unstable ground
to walk on
an uncertain foundation
to build on
an impossible base
to rely on
lying down
stepping into dignity
after a life of unworthiness
may be such a challenge
that it can only be achieved
lying down
falling apart
one challenge about
gaining awareness
might be
that what has been scaffolding the illusions
is falling apart
gap
dreams telling stories
that the mind is otherwise
unable
perhaps even unwilling
to hear
which is why
there is still left a gap
between the told
and the interpretation
whether or not the message is received
does indeed depend
on the dreamer
not on the dream itself
hence
leaving in the past
what belongs to the past
is only possible
when no emotion is any longer
clinging to
what happened
hence leaving in the past
what belongs to the past
can be considered in itself
an act of peace
talking
talking to the moon
might be an appropriate treatment
for a lunatic
while too much knowledge
and not enough sanity
can be considered
a different kind of
ignorance