without end

wind is blowing

over the landscape

green emerging

everywhere

and the birds seem indeed

to be singing

without end

no doubt

light is breaking

and entering

master

to master a subject

is the beginning of freedom

no matter what the subject

might be

entrance

not knowing where to begin

can be overwhelming to a degree

that it becomes a reason

not to begin at all

not every matter is to be entranced

by everyone

though there is an entrance

to every matter

where patience, curiosity and perseverance

are present

sketches

observing mysterious sketches

drawn by the streetlight on the walls of the room

from a warm and safe bed

while awakening into

another day

is a soothing place

to stay

unfeasible

respecting everybody’s vulnerability

can sometimes feel

unfeasible

respecting one’s own vulnerability

might be a good place

to begin

while the birds continue

to sing

as

the shift of moon announcing

shift of gravity

where routines are still precious

for great many reasons

as structure to shape

what can otherwise be

formless

as frames to break

when the needs of life

are to break

without destroying

as something to come back to

and let focus emerge

when the wind of diversity

is getting too strong

as something to rely on

while the mind grows wild

as something to leave

when the minds grow rigid

as something to cherish

when the mind grows lonely

as something to lean into

when the mind grows sad

language

learning to be vulnerable

without losing integrity

is

like learning a new language

a new alphabet

a different grammar

a complexity of phonetics

yet underneath the whole

love is still running

like a river

and the wind continuing to blow

needs

meeting another person

in their proper needs

not in our own needs

not in our own ideas about

their needs

but in their proper needs

can be a challenge

meeting oneself in ones own proper needs

perhaps even more

while twittering birds announces

a new season

and gales are howling

elsewhere

puzzle

facing reality is a strange exercise

coming in pieces

to be puzzled together

into a whole

which might not be

reality

either

easy

there is no such thing

as an easy life

there is a way to position oneself

towards the life we are given