sobriety might be
when one begin
to feel drunk on joy
transmission
one cannot pass on
what one has never received
one cannot receive
what one denies
one may not continue to deny
the obvious
standards
some trees are naked by now
some leaves are holding on a little longer
it takes a certain wildness
to be natural
it takes a certain abandon
to be free
bliss
silent tears cleansing
what could seem to be
endless layers of shame
but endless layers of shame
are endless possibilities of transformation
truce
there are many ways
to fight a war
and just as many ways
to end it
there is a time for everything
also for peace
dormancy
a mild and golden light
falling upon
the inner landscape
revealing unexpected valleys
and soft hills
bringing to the surface
the tenderness
that had been lying patiently dormant
waiting for the proper moment
to emerge
distinction
living in a perpetual state of panic
is not only unbearable
it is unnecessary
but once panic has traced its trail in the brain
it can be more than difficult
to change
though
it is worth to notice the distinction between
more than difficult
and impossible
the cloudless night has cooled down the air
the moon is covering the world with silver
clarity might be a place
to begin
night bird
a full moon
and a morning star
a transparent layer of clouds
night birds singing their last songs
before a new and different day
dawns
compensation
the wind is telling stories again
whirling up the underworld
tearing off golden leaves
it is the end of a time
and no one seems to know
what is ahead
uncertainty is playing with fear
and generosity is growing rare
old accounts are surfacing
compensation claimed
someone seems to have displaced
faith
caring
not to care
is a sad experience
much more so
than what it might sound
in the midst of a conversation
not to care
is a way of giving up
on oneself
and when we do not care for ourselves
no one else can do it
in our place