a silver sun
through the morning mists
a sound sleep
with scattered dreams
working through layers of consciousness
as the silver sun is working
through layers of morning mists
feverish
slow awakening
into a warm body
no fever
yet feverish
claiming tenderness
and care
while the moon
has shifted
and the sky is
grey
sheer
when sheer panic transforms
into sheer delight
the whole range of human emotions
distil
into peace
precautions
awakening into sheer panic
is a painful sensation to be in
the more that the sky is blue
and the sun is out
though the good news are
that being able to observe
the panic as such
opens into the freedom
of taking the appropriate precautions
to steer
safely through the day
harvest
anxiety
sneaking in the backdoor
covering the sun
which is finally showing
its face again
spreading mists
in the mind
paralysing the heart
letting old patterns take over
where new crops were meant
to be harvested
strange
swallowing the sun
is a dangerous business
though wind is blowing away
the clouds
strange summer days
somehow
somewhat
sad
unchanging
a new awareness of reality
can almost feel
like a new
reality
in itself
though nothing has changed
except the eyes which sees
rain is still rain
yet nothing is
the same
pitfall
knowing the pitfall of ones mind
is also a way
to peace
spectrum
just one thin line
of pink
visible in a few moments only
can be enough
to change
a day
from heavy grey
towards endless colours
of the inner spectrum
somehow
silent summer seaside
soft sand surrounding
sacred secrets surfacing
somehow surprisingly
sudden
simplicity