Month: September 2020

finally some rain

washing away the dust

nourishing surfacing layers

of the soil

so dry

that an hours rain

hardly seems to make any difference

but hardly can sometimes be enough

to let hope survive

and hope sometimes be

what makes

the difference

being ridiculed

even if only in a dream

is never a pleasant experience

one could believe

that it would end

as soon as the dream is over

but the sensation of not only humiliation

but worthiness

is sticking to the skin

not because of the dream

but because of the memories surfacing

memories

that were never a product of a creative mind

but repeated experiences

which were hardly expressed

not to harm the emotions

of the perpetrator

the wind is soft

the weather tender

the leaves beginning to fall

painting beautiful colours

in unstructured patterns

all over nature

everything was never possible

for anyone

but it is possible

for everyone

to answer ones inner call

if ever we dare

to listen

dependence is not only to be considered

as wrong

dependence is a necessity

for our survival

and the key is to choose

who and what we are

dependent on

and

depending on

stars shining bright again

leading through the darkness

keeping focus

in the extraordinarily tender heat

filling nights

and days

with a certain kind of hope

that not everything is

for the worst

breaking patterns of behaviour

is a work

of utmost precision

and meticulous concentration

to be compared

with a surgical incision

in the mind

everyone can cut into the flesh

and everyone can meddle with the mind

none of it

brings peace

no longer feeling guilty

of loving

is indeed

an emancipation beyond

the imaginable

allowing souls to fly high

in the element of truth

under the crystal blue sky

so propitious to insights

and outlooks

shadows dancing

in unexpected choreographies

modifying the conditions

for presence

soft silences

silky sensations

solemn sounds

sensational seriousness

somewhere

solitude

shifted

into soul

honesty

is such a delicate matter

beginning by being

honest with oneself