Month: February 2020

identifying with the mood

is a dangerous game to play

but denying it

is not necessarily the solution either

it is to be observed

just like the weather

and taken into account

just like the weather

it is defining the surface

but never the essence

today is rain

the sharp and golden light

so particular for the winter

revealing every detail

for the eye that sees

is illuminating the bareness

between two showers

of rain

or tears

by observing carefully

while the structure is visible

it occurs

that every tree is individual

even if

part of the forest

reaching the end

of patience

might be a good thing

for the one

for whom patience has become

the most comfortable way

to escape responsibility

the wind is back

chasing the last dead leaves left behind

and the particular softness

which announces

that spring is about to emerge

chasing the veils

that has covered the obvious

for too long

a peaceful awakening

into another state

as the moon disappear silently behind clouds

and naked trees

and the birds sing in a somehow less eager

but more confident manner

as if they know by now, that spring is coming

that there is no reason to hurry

rather every reason in the world

to prepare

and make sure they will be ready to receive

spring

when it arrives

observations

being all too obvious

are disturbing the peace of mind

as every cell shrink back into the state of survival

that has for so long been considered

to be normal

to be the only possible way

there is a golden tenderness in the dawn

not to omit

in the accounts

there is a whole

and there are fragments

there is a perspective to be chosen

as there might be a different way

to discover

the permanent sound of the sea

lulling the blood to peace

bringing every cell

to a deep state of relaxation

reinvigorating tissues

hold in tension since consciousness dawned

by fear of never being

good enough

sheer rejection by the body

of the convictions instigated by the past

allowing to write the future

on a blank sheet

rushing the world into new records of speed

while slowing down every sort of ambition

going against nature

bringing movement

into layers

that had seemed forever

stagnated

and thereby converting

violence of the elements

into a tender caress

of soul

seaside

heavy wind

and low clouds

with a line of horizon

erased

as the grey of the sea

and the grey of the sky

merge in the distance

new perspectives

on old patterns

diluting the encircling fear

that has been inhibiting every step

taken