Month: July 2020

there was golden sunlight on the wall

and a dead swift in the attic

despite the blue sky

a shadow is hanging

over the mind

for no apparent reason

but still leaving no doubts of its presence

it is a shadow all right

and to be taken serious as such

even if

the cause is impossible to distinguish

for the bare eye

since strangely enough

it is

when it is being denied

that it take drastic proportions

and it is after all sunshine

an excellent opportunity

to bring light into areas

where shadows reign

in leaving the past behind

lies the hope for a different future

the believe

that despite the accumulated knowledge’s

by experiences written

not only into the mind through learning

but into the body through living

future can be different

through the change of our own behaviours

we can be different

while the moon continue to shift

summer sun

and tender heat

softening rigid structures of a stubborn mind

allowing a different kind of knowledge

to unfold

that kind of knowledge

that has no routs in logic

that cannot grow in rational soil

and is impossible to reach

through any kind of calculation

that kind of knowledge

which forgive

what is to be forgiven

embrace

what is to be embraced

and leave behind

what is

to be left behind

coming back

from very far away

into a glorious sunrise

on an almost clear

blue sky

dense with promises

of a warm summer day

and shadows of hope

constellation of clouds

creating openings

into parts of the sky

illuminated by the rising sun

behind

on a day

where everything seems to be

behind

out of reach

covered in grey

indifference

where nothing seems to make sense

and the sense is running stronger

just beneath the surface

preparing itself to break into light

when the mind is ripe to absorb it

irrigating the inner desert

that has been longing unknowingly

for refreshing nourishment

to cut loose

from the past

in whatever manner it occurs

can be a shortcut

to the soul

when it is not done

in order to get rid of

but in order to

become

grey sky

more white actually

covering the blue

with layers of invisibility

just as

the blueprint of every life

on certain days

disappear

sometimes behind clouds

sometimes in mist

sometimes in sadness

sometimes in joy

there are many ways

to get lost

and just as many

to find back to oneself

basically

we all need a base

a place

where to feel

at home

in ourselves

a secret corner

of peace

to be

the beginning

and the end

of every wandering

and every wondering

of life

being someone

can be of utmost satisfaction

generating hidden forces

into drive

but it does not necessarily mean

that one knows

how

to be

and being someone can

in certain circumstances

become an obstacle

for a soul

to be free

the dense smell of dry grass

revealing every wild flower

that has found its way

to grow in the meadow

after a while

there are choices to be made

not necessarily visible ones

not necessarily drastic ones

small changes

in choosing the direction of thoughts

whether they are to follow old patterns

or to be encouraged to trace

new trails

in areas of the mind

consciousness has never reached before

perhaps discovering wild flowers

that has been growing there

all along