Month: January 2020

having reached the border

of the county of dreams

no identification can take the wanderer

any further

that is a frontier

which can by all means

only be crossed

naked

the evening star

had an appointment with the moon

right over the treetops last night

in a tender romance that was ended

before most noticed

though when planets are crossing pathways

they always leave deeper trails

than most are willing to

acknowledge

acknowledged or not

nothing can be done

to stop them

rain

and wind

and wind

and rain

falling through naked trees

as is the golden light

when sun is allowed

to have a word to say

there is no time of the year

more appropriate

to observe the essence of things

than winter

there is a certain limit

beyond which

it is no longer possible

to be late

but it might be

that body and mind find themselves

on each side of that limit

torn between knowledge of bones

and knowledge of brain

some spend life worrying

how to get to live the life they want

others spend life just happy with

what they have

and maybe the distance between the two

is just a shift of perspective

gentle drops of rain

and the sound of wet wheels against the tarmac

cold is no longer penetrating

only gently reminding

that winter is here

though

buds on the trees

prepare their splendour

a little bit more

every day

life is still prevailing

no matter how many

cycles of death

breaking the routine

seems almost as challenging

as creating it

not in a wish to destroy anything

but to observe

whether one has become the routine

or the routine is still only supporting the one

that is

leaning into

soft, golden light

beyond every earthly matters

as the morning fog is illuminated

by streetlamps

reverberating the sensation

of a sleepless soul

reminding

how beauty is to be found

where the mind is at peace

and the heart wide open

somewhere behind the clouds

the moon is shifting

precise and faithful towards the schedule of its cycle

always on time

entirely unaffected

by the instability it can cause

through its passage

it seems

that the introduction

is opening

with an end

as cold is cutting into layers of the mind

where consciousness had no access before

closing doors to the past

which had been left open

far too long already

creating draughts in the heart

scattering love

into isolated sparks

preventing the flame of inner light to burn

stable enough to be trusted

it seems the introduction is opening with and end

closing the door to draughts of doubt

undermining every initiative

for love to flow

freely

wonder where

and why

and how

to begin