there are great many ways
to tell a story
as there are great many ways
of hearing
what is being told
truth is to be found
everywhere
for the one
who hears
spirit
a slight tilt in the spine
and balance occur
in the body
as in the mind
allowing the spirit to pervade
every layers of a being
striving towards light
mildness
the tenderness of
a mild day
in every sense of the word
slowly reaching layers
which were hitherto considered
impenetrable
opening towards
the tenderness of
a mild day
different
a different light
on the same circumstances
can enlighten behaviours
which had so far been living
happily behind the curtain of unconsciousness
a different path can lead
to the same places
revealing corners of a landscape
changing views upon
the whole
sight
the return of the light
a slight change in the sight
so that what used to be obvious
no longer is
emphasising
that not everything we take for granted
truly is so
mirror
transparency
for the heart to speak freely
for the sun to shine bright
through naked trunks
to illuminate
the surface of the soul
with pure reflections of
its surroundings
renewal
daffodils timidly regain their splendour
after the frost
subtle signs
revealing the ongoing
and undergoing
transformation
the power of life
to renew itself
time after time
after time
renunciation
renunciation
as repentance
leads into corridors of despair
debouching nowhere
whereas
renunciation
as offering
open the heart towards
gratitude
intermission
the cold withdraw
leaving space for those insights
gained by the crisp clarity
of frosty air
to sink in
separate
being separated from oneself
is unbearable
in every sense of the word
for whatever the reason
might be
nothing can justify
the acceptance of
such state
of being