Month: December 2020

tender soft falling

steady rain

celebrating winter solstice

bringing to the surface memories

from the year that past

closing circles

liberating space

for light to grow

anew

the last cry of an owl

accompanying the first timid twittering

of small birds

announcing a new day

even if short

clouds covers the sky

the preparations for the return of the light

are solemnly slowing down

the pace of a spinning world

into peace

a most poetic moon

full of discretion

setting behind the naked trees

with stars waking

over its course

not to be received

is not the end of the world

all it shows is

that what was might believed to be

our guiding star

turned out to be

a shooting one

with all the hope

and excitement there s to be found

in shooting stars

their ephemerality being

a condition for their glory

to possess the one and only

is rousing

all the way to the next

one and only is passing by

to give and receive love

without any claim

nor any request for possession

is a peaceful freedom

no one can ever take away

birds are singing in the dawn

the rain has stopped

long lines of clarity

breaks through consciousness

bringing perspective

into chaos

holding focus in the pain that seemed

unbearable

in order to no longer evade suffering

but elevate it into joy

light mist

and long sleep

dreams from a past

that no longer is

and yet seems to decide

upon the present

unless

the decision to leave it behind

is carried out

in every instant

by an act of

presence

awakening into despair

before dawn breaks the night

is discouraging in itself

awakening into despair

day

after day

after day

is deteriorating the nerves

awakening into despair

year

after year

after year

is hopeless

and yet

every new day

is a new day

every new dawn

an opportunity for joy

to unfold its wings

every break of dawn

so full of mercy

heavy grey

mild wind

omnipresent humidity

the cry of an owl

tearing the night

opening space and occasions

for shadows

to whirl freely

in the mind

disrupting every connection

to the heart

and yet

somewhere

a brim of light

is still burning

very soon it will be growing too

carrying the light to the world

is a strange mission

from some point of views considered

ultimately useless

from others

not

yet

the most spectacular about it is

that carrying the light to the world

contains no tangible glory

rather a certain degree of invisibility

it is accessible to anyone

and takes only one effort

surrender

yet most seems to find it

out of reach

keeping confidence

that everything is well

is sometimes a challenge

taking us beyond

what is possible to be grasped

by comprehension