tensions
despite
a good night’s
sleep
the first daffodils in bloom
the sight of a veiled moon
subtle tensions
running beneath the surface
as a constant reminder about
the importance of
being attentive
pure
preparing for the return of light
cleansing deeper layers of darkness
while an eager bird is announcing
the breaking dawn
inferno
a body on fire
burning with guilt
nourished by shame
and yet still
very much on fire
while the moon
behind veils of clouds
shine steadily
indifferent to the blazing footsteps
left behind by the desperate
fluttering soul
somehow carried through the inferno
on transparent
golden
wings
intimacy
intimate space
is intimate space
and intimate space
is sacred
to be kept as such
by the one
having been given the grace
to keep it
behind
behind the rain
is a story being told
behind the story
is a truth emerging
behind the truth lies eternity
everlasting
fullness
the quiet moon
drowned by humidity
chased by the wind
and yet still
present
in all its glorious beauty
silently telling stories about
fullness
sinking
the luminosity of awareness
can be overwhelming
in the midst of a deep winter
in the midst of a meagre year
but the luminosity of awareness
is always
a grace
when one has the patience
to let light sink in
being
to be seen
to be heard
to be sensed
to be taken in
as who we are
not who we think we are
nor who we wish to be
least of all who we believe
we ought to be
but just
who we are
contemplation
the pristine presence
of early morning hours
turned into silent prayers
through mere contemplation
by a conscious mind
sleeplessness
sleeplessness
as yet another sign of spring
despite the barren landscape
covered by white innocence
sleeplessness
not out of fear of what is to come
nor out of sadness of what has gone
but sleeplessness
in an irresistible urge
to blossom