Month: January 2021

intimate space

is intimate space

and intimate space

is sacred

to be kept as such

by the one

having been given the grace

to keep it

behind the rain

is a story being told

behind the story

is a truth emerging

behind the truth lies eternity

everlasting

the quiet moon

drowned by humidity

chased by the wind

and yet still

present

in all its glorious beauty

silently telling stories about

fullness

the luminosity of awareness

can be overwhelming

in the midst of a deep winter

in the midst of a meagre year

but the luminosity of awareness

is always

a grace

when one has the patience

to let light sink in

to be seen

to be heard

to be sensed

to be taken in

as who we are

not who we think we are

nor who we wish to be

least of all who we believe

we ought to be

but just

who we are

the pristine presence

of early morning hours

turned into silent prayers

through mere contemplation

by a conscious mind

sleeplessness

as yet another sign of spring

despite the barren landscape

covered by white innocence

sleeplessness

not out of fear of what is to come

nor out of sadness of what has gone

but sleeplessness

in an irresistible urge

to blossom

having nowhere to go

when life turns into a dead end

can be an opportunity

for breaking down

an inner wall

the first sign of spring is appearing

by the nuance of green

in the underwood

the first sign of spring

after a long winter

is manifesting in the body

as an irresistible urge

to live

as a profound joy

merging out of an inexplicable darkness

into gold

covering the naked trunks

with the most marvellous winter light

spending life

searching for something

that was lost

just out of the principle

of not being someone

who loses things

is indeed

missing the target

the more when what was lost

had no use

nor any reason to be

not to name

that it will never be possible to find

what did not belong to oneself

in the first place