laziness

staying in bed

might not only be

an attitude

of laziness

just as stepping out of the race

does not necessarily mean

giving up

it can

in both cases

perfectly well be

an act of peace

able

sometimes silence might be

the best way to communicate

sometimes all there is left to say

is to keep quiet

sometimes

every word occurring in the mind

is harmful

yet beauty is still around

for the one who is able to see it

the world full of harmony for the one

able to hear

ready

wind is finally blowing to the ground

the last separate leaves

leaving the world ready and settled

to receive winter

when it comes

being ready and settled is indeed

something precious

as we never know

what is to come

flexible

flexibility

not as an exercise

to flex away from oneself

but to flex even deeper towards

the essence of

love

feeble

a lazy moon

behind veils of clouds

softening its shine

while fear is running through the veins

back to the heart

leaving the whole body

feeble

and the heart pondering worries

there seems to be

no other way through

than to stick it out

only to discover

a different dimension of the body’s strength

and a different degree of courage

triumph

trees are standing

in their almost naked structure

triumphing in the cold

showing the spine of their beauty

without guilt

nor shame

nor secrets

nor lies

just naked beauty

in the cold

time

mist is covering the world

opening mysterious ways

in the mind

to places which cannot be reached

by full daylight

nor found in the dark

embracing time

by giving things the time

things need

gives in the end

time for everything

silver moon

silver light

sleeplessness

bitter dreams

and glorious sunrises

somewhere in between

all of that

a lost soul seem

to have come

home

all sorts of

worries

invading

what was supposed to be

a peaceful moment

in a peaceful space

all sorts of worries

with all sorts of shadows

only powerful because

never truly heard

in the race

to avoid them

tenses

darkness is closing in

and cold with it

yet

one single bird

still seems to be singing

telling stories of past glories

announcing glories

to come

or praising the moment

depending on the ear

listening