Month: October 2019

longing

so much the deeper

that it is subtle

as the rain

falling through darkness

nourishing the sources

of the underworld

to prepare for spring

where the raising of sap

will need

every drop gathered

through the winter

of hope

a thin layer of clouds is covering the sky

at least

this is what it seems

in the early dawn

where light is still just a promise in the sound

of a single birds song

a thin layer of clouds covering the world

with a soft layer of kindness

to be distilled into love by the human heart

by those who desire

to carry awareness

to the degree

of presence

to withdraw from the surface of the world

into layers

where soul grows freely

and love defines the horizon

where time is supple

and the soil irrigated

by rivers of peace

into layers

where nothing seems to happen

when observed from the surface of the world

rain again

steady rain

calling for the world

to slow down

allowing itself to breath and wait

just wait

till the rain has passed

calling for the world

to slow down

just the time for every cell to discover

the heartbeat of the earth

and fall into a rhythm

decided by other decrees

than the endless desire

of hungry minds

there is something about the silence

which is different from other silences

simply because

there is something about the day

which is different from other days

announcing the unknown

more persistently

than is usually the case

revealing to the alert observer

that there are certain unknowns

to be embraced

even when there is no wish

nor any desire

to do so

and most probably

those are the one who carry

secrets of the delivery of soul

a gentle wind is whispering

tenderness into the dark

while the world awaken

to yet another

beautiful

day

leaving unchanged what can

and will not

change

transforming everything

that is open to

and supposed to be

transformed

the wind is whispering

tenderness

into the dark

taking in

what ever comes

can seem so obvious

and be so challenging

then there are days

where what ever comes

seems to be an answer

to long forgotten dreams

revealing

that even wishes

which are beyond reach of the presence

can one day become

fulfilled

awakening to wonder

is a subtle blessing

of the deeper inner vaults

where the soul reside

silent darkness greeting

with promises that have no shape

no defined form

no precise image

just a sensation

of wonder

and hope

that wonders may continue

to cover the unknown path

ahead

soft silence

covered in mist

as a sleepwalker try to find its way

experiencing clarity inside

while veils of emotions

create layers

upon layers

of confusion

sometimes

even fear

just as mist

emotions can vanish out of the blue

but if we identify with them

we might vanish with them

or get stuck

in confusion

the silent sound of rain

dropping steadily

like sadness into a broken heart

there is not much to do

to prevent it

neither the rain

nor the braking of a heart

all we can do

is to search for shelter

in some secret corner of our consciousness

where neither rain

nor heartache

can reach us

and stay there quietly

till the rain stops