Month: June 2020

no golden light

just grey clouds

covering the sky

in peaceful protection of

whatever is

to be protected

reminding

that even the most glorious of all lights

sometimes needs

protection

the wind is whispering in the summer leaves

playing its own melody

in the treetops

while more golden morning light

is falling in through the windows

letting go

of old structures

no one was ever meant to carry

another’s dreams

nor fulfil

another’s destiny

the caves of every being

have a hidden treasure

if one have the courage

to go and search for it

the deep contrast

between the green forest

and the dense dark clouds

illuminated by golden morning sun

reflecting the deep contrast

of a mind

being a minefield of wounds

and yet

illuminated by that gracious light

which shines from within every person

when given the opportunity

transforms into mysterious beauty

just a thin line of red gold

in the horizon

between the surface of the world

and the blanket of grey clouds

announcing a day

of profound revelations

in subtle layers

of memory

a heavy body

using the heaviness to lean gently into

a different balance

a different kind

of wisdom

where softness is delivering

the mystery

of love

there are so many ways

to oppress

and most of them live

in the shadows of ignorance

nurtured by fear

birds are celebrating the midsummer’s approach

light is everywhere

to chase shadows

by the irresistible means

that is joy

awakening in waves

where consciousness reaches the shore of presence

only to roll back into sleep

to blend different dimensions of awareness

and fuse different kinds

of knowledge

the wind is mild

the sky blue

the seal of the moon high above the trees

the scent of morning dew

is fertile

golden sunlight on the walls

voices written into memory

dominating everything

beyond awareness

success is not an expression of succeeding

in bringing those voices to peace

a peaceful smile

on a peaceful face

in any circumstances

might say more about the state of inner demons

than any tangible manifestation

of success

all the rain did

was to reveal the utter dryness

of the land

to let it become obvious

that something has changed

it is no longer in process

the change has settled

even if

it is still not visible

for the bare eye

a crucial change

so easily quenched

in its vulnerable state of

deliverance

and yet so full of life

the sun is out

after a short shower of rain

fecund moistness is greeting

yet another day