Month: February 2020

the full moon

has been swallowed by clouds

and the birds become

more and more insisting

for every day

approaching spring

with admirable patience

and confidence

in a future

only their instinct

can know about

there is a moment

just before new insight emerges

where everything seems to be

but chaos

where clarity seems out of reach

and action compulsory

whereas

one way to reach the more subtle awareness of the situation

could be by standing still

long enough

to let clarity reveal

where precisely

action is to be

incised

to touch reality

just like every night

is followed by a new dawn

no matter how dark

the darkness

the nights are clear

the stars out

while the almost full moon

is sailing across its ocean

every tree seems to have

a bird

singing faithfully every morning

while light increases

and the first flowers unfold

bringing focus into a scattered mind

is like holding on to falling leaves in autumn

yet

somehow peace is

first and foremost

a state of being

as a chemical substance

diluted in the blood

running through every layer

of the being

affected

panic dissolves

the structure of mind

without any trace

to track it

telling someone

in such a state

that there is nothing to panic about

or considering it to be a question

of pulling together

is to cripple the one

who is already broken

bewildered

as nature could be

by the changing weather

in front of situations that seems to have

no explanation

avoiding the old habit

of defining a cause

in order to carry out judgement

as long as the cause is not surfacing

to reveal itself

with grace

opening towards

forgiveness

not saying

what is on the mind

or the heart

has nothing to do with silence

finding a way to say it

without indulging in states and emotions

that are in any case

not meant to last

is a possibility

to leave the burden behind

without creating odd behavioural patterns

transcending generations as shadows

that seems to occur

out of nothing

the irresistible impulse of life

is running just beneath the surface

of the soil

nature seems to know

that light is returning

and that no shadow exists

without an original obstacle

devastation

is not a good state to be in

for too long

yet sometimes

like the darkest hours of the night

occurring just before dawn

merging into devastation

can be a cure

for despair

how to be private

is the secret

for every official

to master

with humble elegance

and modest honesty

that not everything is to be revealed

does not mean

lies are justified

knowing how to be private

is the key

to every door

where every lie told

is only sealing freedom

deeper into the darkness of ignorance

soaking rain

penetrating

even places

it was not supposed to

revealing leaks

for the heart to escape the prison

memory has spun around it

showing

that beyond the threshold of want

is another world