there is a contemplative peace
to be found
in the winter naked forest
the majesty of the trunks
quietly awaiting a new season
without a shadow of haste about their appearance
deeply rooted in the awareness
of their own dignity

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there is a contemplative peace
to be found
in the winter naked forest
the majesty of the trunks
quietly awaiting a new season
without a shadow of haste about their appearance
deeply rooted in the awareness
of their own dignity
letting go of our intimate convictions
so intimate that we are not even aware
of having them
is moulting
into ones true self
winter is here
with the urge to lie still
and let the invisible take shape inside
for new life to unfold
when light returns
lies are an unstable fundament
to live on
for whatever reason
they have become so
there are as many ways
to tell a lie
as there are ways to speak the truth
somewhere down the line
is a choice
the cold is not in any way
frightening the moon
shining bright above the pine
on a dark winter sky
it is just a passage
is what it says
like so many others before
and so many others
to come
never to meet ones potential
is in its own insignificant way
a disaster
a disaster the more
that this lost opportunity
creates a latent frustration
growing into all sorts of
negativity
who is to be hold responsible
in this unsolved equation
seems to be the returning question
yet
another way to deliverance might be
to simply
let in the light
and let it shine
walking through the midst of darkness
with vault after vault of light
opening up inside
dazzled by the intensity
of the brightness
while drawn by the curiosity
to reveal the source
of such generous
luminosity
assimilation
of new information
experiences and observations
is crucial for peace
to emerge
time
is what it takes
time to heal
time to adapt
time to create different attachments
time to grief what is lost
time to find what is
eternal
cold mist covering
the world
mysterious mist covering
the truth
however far-reaching our knowledge
it can never be
but a facet
ground into perfection or not
it will always stay
a facet
clear cold nights
for the full moon to throw its light
into parts of the darkness
which do not resist
the intensity of full daylight
but still deserves to be
enlightened