freedom can be
a subtle state
growing silently inside
gaining unnoticeably
deeper impact on the mind
more space for the heart
to work in
freedom can also be
a secret
no one is obliged
to know
stickiness
guilt
is a sticky matter
like a nasty piece of work
impossible to wash away
even under what could seem
an endless day of rain
though a certain kind of rain
might come to the end of it
a rain
which could be called
the shower of forgiveness
play
winds are playing with falling leaves
evoking just how full of lightness
playing can be
whispering that
the one who has forgotten
how to play
has to a certain degree forgotten
how to live
yet contrary to what
one might think
it takes a considerable amount of
seriousness
being able
to play
listening
when listening inwards
means hearing something
one does not wish to know
it can be all too easy
to convince oneself
it was never true
in the first place
yet
it does not change
truth
attitude
somehow
something
changes
not always as a consequence
of a conscious decision
but sometimes in the following
of a changed attitude
toward oneself
toward the world
toward life
plaintive
abundant moonlight
and shining stars
flooding the darkness
while an owl is calling plaintively
through the night
witness
truth is a delicate matter
so powerful
and so easy to wash away
under a single drop
of rain
so subtle to witness
so difficult to prove
a lazy fly is humming through the night
wish
abandoning the wish to understand
feels like losing dignity
yet it might be where
true dignity begins
unconnected
being unconnected
does not necessarily mean
being absent
patterns
white moonlight
generously falling
in through the windows
drawing geometric patterns
on walls and floors
while cold is running
along the outskirts of the room
and patience is required
to accompany the night