to live
every act
as a an act of prayer
is often said
to be impossible
though one is still given the possibility
to see for oneself
receiving
the desire to believe a lie
can grow stronger
and be just as disastrous
than the longing to know the truth
somewhere in between desire
and longing
love is hidden
patiently waiting
to be received
superfluous
the past rolling in over consciousness
as waves over the shore
carrying all sorts of debris
from a time being out of reach
and yet determining the present
perhaps it is time for a walk
along the seaside of memories
sorting out
what belongs to nature
and what is only superfluous dross
from the human mind
abundance
an almost full moon
after a whole day with rain
illuminating the cold night
preparing yet another
beautiful day
irrefutability
wind
howling wind
stirring up
all that was left
behind
a whirlwind of emotions
turning upside down
what was believed
to be
the irrefutable order of things
ahead
the last chapter of a long book
the last page
turned
closing the book
leaving the reader with an undefined feeling
of plenitude
and emptiness
with the longing to begin all over again
and the wish to dwell upon the story
the stars are out
announcing a bright day
and another tale
ahead
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born into light
a rare peace is to be found
in the last goodbye
where all that is left of the person
is the essence
being love
disappearance
strange things happens
when a close decide
whether willing
or unwillingly
to depart
on the last journey
vaults after vaults are opening inside
that were up to this time inaccessible
flooded by all sorts of emotions
drifting over the mind
in its anesthetised defencelessness
opening towards the mystery of loss
and the mystery of love
continuum
the birds are still singing
despite a whole day of rain
and a night without moon
the world is still turning
despite our conscious
as our unconscious efforts
to make it stop
and the light is growing
again