green

frost is covering the landscape

birds are singing

and the world is turning a little bit more green

every day

not just green

but the most powerful and yet tender

green

so potent with hope

it is almost difficult for the eyes

to watch it

whereas the heart

can never have

enough of it

polarities

there are two poles of personalities

those who live by taking pleasure

and those who live by giving it

and then there are all the personalities

with a different blend of the two

one does not seem to be better than the other

it is just different qualities

calling for different destinies

all longing

to be whole

assimilation

there is so much to say

that only silence can embrace it all

golden clouds were illuminated by sunrise

gently protecting against the endlessness of a blue sky

keeping the soil from drying out

there are blessings

we all so easily take for granted

and keeping silence is the best way

to assimilate them

victory

the victory was almost invisible

appeared as an ordinary act of repetition

while it silently changed the direction

of every undercurrent

there is no glory to gain

no heroic celebration

there is only peace

to savour

awakening

awakening into the unknown

where being late

is no longer an option

since no timeline is any longer being given power

to rule over the present

awakening into life

where every flower is allowed to grow

in its own rhythm

endings

so this is the end

she said to herself

her mind in wonders

closing the door for a last time

all too aware

it was her true

beginning

breaking

broken ceramic

broken sleep

broken wings

broken lives

while the sun rise faithful

over a landscape

exploding into tender beauty

as if nothing had changed

ruthlessness

another day

with not single cloud on the sky

a day

where the moon is shifting

where new beginnings grow

under the all penetrating light of spring

that amplifies the contrast

and reveals weaknesses

with such intensity

that the weakest no longer have the strength

to resist

the light of spring

with all its beauty

have no mercy

love always does

duality

awakening into sadness

with dreams of the past

woven into sleep

holding on to a perception

that is slowly losing ground

awakening into the splendour

of a golden sunrise on a blue sky

with all the nuances of red

available

still caught in duality

wisdom

an almost unnoticeable brim of pink

in the horizon

as the only sign

of the rising sun

in utmost discretion

yet

leaving no doubt

about its presence

as light spread over the world

and wisdom dawns