incandescent anger
perhaps for no reason
though still burning through old layers
of stagnant emotions
separating slags
from the noble essence
while winds blow what is superficial
away
purifying what is to be purified
for the soul to shine

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incandescent anger
perhaps for no reason
though still burning through old layers
of stagnant emotions
separating slags
from the noble essence
while winds blow what is superficial
away
purifying what is to be purified
for the soul to shine
tending ones own needs
does not necessarily mean
that the rest of the world
is to tend them too
though believing it is the rest of the world
which prevents us from doing so
might just be another way
to escape responsibility
despite a light heart
heaviness is to be found in the body
and resistance in the mind
just as nature have to span over
the cold nights
and the generous rays of sun
bringing life to the surface
the measure of balance
is to be found
in the state
which embraces
the whole
wakening into a dusty sunrise
and a world covered in frosty white
is worth celebrating
to search
and have found
is indeed worth celebrating
year after year after year . . .
while the moon is playing hide and seek
behind naked trees
birds announces faithfully
another day of bliss
just as the moon is not less glorious
just because it is half
life is not less fulfilled
just because it is lived out
inwardly
there are so many ways
to love
not one is more right
than the other
but only one way is right
for each and every one
fountains of suffering emerging
transforming into an impenetrable cloud
of emotional pain
hanging over the landscape
while spring continues to push
through layers of old darkness
for life to emerge
the moon is walking
in and out
the transparent layers of clouds
in an elegant dance
with shadows
calling the reality by its proper name
can sometimes be
a shaking experience
while the scaffold of illusions
is falling a part
walking into the pain
through the night
eyes wide open
no longer searching to explain
nor to eradicate
just observing how suffering
undulates
like any other sort of emotion
there is no shame in suffering
even less
in setting it free