too many impressions to categorise
leaves the mind scattered
as leaves falling erratically
without ever losing their meaning
even when
they decompose
and dissolve into transformation
nourishing dreams
that has not yet been born
clarity
the wind has become steady
not in any way violent
just as a continuous flow of movement
avoiding stagnation
in the time of disappearance
even light has cutting edges
incising old wounds
to heal what is to be healed
and cut of dead tissue
judgement
is in the hand of love
not in the limitations
of a wounded mind
and love is
unconditional
not to forget
new moon
shifts
of seasons
of cycles
of moods
weaving tales into the tapestry
of a vulnerable mind
in an invisible pattern
of repetition
not to be mistaken for
instability
when observed by an attentive eye
allowing glimpses of insight
into the heart of mystery
the core of life
confusion
cold is reaching the bones
the shoulders stiffens
every cell of the body is deploying resistance
in order to survive another winter
wondering how to receive the cold
without resisting
and without allowing it to penetrate
the seed of spring
the core of life
the longing for beauty
the purpose of being
confusion settles silently
as autumn mists in the mind
wandering vulnerable through the fog
till light finds its way
may blessings reach
the new beginning
of yet another beautiful day
longing
running through the underworld of every being
as a silent, steady brook
sometimes bursting into powerful waterfalls
dragging into shifts
the mind might not be prepared for yet
or at least
had not seen coming
autumn is there to stay
the darkness has closed in
the cold has settled
the wind rushes through the leaves
even if they still cling to their old belonging
there is nothing to say
no reason to fight against
the change of season
as there is no sense
in resisting the flow of the inner brook
called longing
unexpected
striving towards
a very specific
and yet undetermined goal
is what it is
at moments
exhausting
due to the incapability of sharing
the obvious
yet
even on that odyssey
there is room for the unexpected
and when it unfolds
it is just as astonishing
as it is abundant
sadness
the nostalgia of autumn
covers the heart
in a transparent veil of sadness
as the landscape change
and nature dies
bit by bit
as days goes by towards winter
and seeds are falling into the earth
hiding between dead leaves
nurturing dreams of resurrection
in a similar
yet different shape
precision
aligning the heart
between caution and courage
is a demanding exercise
of surgical precision
there is no reason to believe
one can work with a lose hand
just because
the matter is not yet part
of what is measurable for human consciousness
aligning the heart
between caution and courage
is a delight
once the precision is acquired
to liberate love from fear
presence
returning home
not necessarily as a different person
but with different impressions
opening towards
different areas of the character
received by a steady rain
in a silent house
patiently waiting for life
to breath in every room
with the subtle breeze
of presence
navigation
how to navigate
between old knowledge
and present challenges
how to let go of the past
without eliminating old knowledge
no one can be fully present
without embracing the past
just as no one can embrace the future
without being fully present