Month: August 2020

darkness has gained

in again

on daylight

rain is silently falling

profound changes

are reaching the surface

behaviours that were never questioned

brought into light

certain circumstances

can never be the same again

and holding on to

what was lost

is living life

in constant pain

liberation

of festered feelings

composted somewhere in the system

into the final transformation

where every shadow of the original form

has been broken down

into molecules of nourishment

ready to serve

a whole different

purpose

a most astonishing

stratified sunrise

weaving gold generously

into an impatient heart

allowing another day to pass

without untempered outbursts

of emotional overload

while showers of rain

is washing

the heat and the dust

off the world

fascinating

how just the sensation of being late

is shaping the brain

guiding the mind into shortcuts

that are only losing sense

and thereby missing the essence

as if this fear of

being late

is enough to assure

we are never on time

anywhere

the grass is turning

green again

but not necessarily more

on the other side

as the other side slowly withdraw

into an awareness

that every other side

is the same

as long

as nothing is

settled within

a moist morning

the first one since so long

revealing facets

that had so far been left

disguised

there is a considerable liberation

in facing

one has been mistaken

a freedom to finally let things fall

into their proper place

waking up at the usual hour

to a fresh new world

is full of hope

that what was lost

is still there

in different shapes

if only we manage

to let go of loss

the birds are timid

the weather shifting

light decreasing

there is indeed

a certain scent of autumn

in the air

dragging the body

through the heat

finally giving in

to the fatigue

that has been weighing it down

for decades

still anxious

never to surface again

but with no other option left

than trusting buoyancy

and let go

knowing how

to behave

is a valuable asset

knowing how

to be

is freedom

rain

subtle succulent summer rain

intensifying the smells

of dry landscapes

refreshing the colours

of the world

drawing transformations to the surface

that can no longer be suppressed

despite the inhabiting nervousness

of not being

at the level

of not being up to

the full dimension