awakening into grey
with a small spot of rose pale
somewhere in the horizon
announcing the break of the day
opening the mind towards the words
come what may
trying
trying to understand
what is not to be understood
but to be lived
is nothing but
an act of fear
trying to live
what is not to be lived
but to be understood
is nothing but
an act of fear
observing who we are
and describing what we observe
might be an act of love
both
to receive is certainly
a delicate art
simple as a sunrise
complicated as a storm
and yet indeed
as natural as both
devoted
freedom as a silent
subtle sensation
running just below the skin
joy as a silent
symphony of sounds
filling the heart
from inside
being devoted might not be
the same
as being dutiful
though it can sometimes be
mistaken
realm
reaching another realm
can happen both unexpected
and unnoticed
only discovered through the sudden observation
of sublime subtleties
which are no longer the same
domination
fear can indeed be
dominated by strength and power
yet it can also be
dissolved by love
explanation
awakening with fear
running through the system
for no apparent reason
is
what it is
yet observing its presence
without searching for an explanation
nor any sort of solution to get rid of it
set us free to decide
whether we will spend the day
reacting upon an emotion
or acting from the insight
that fear is running through the system
away
soft winds
and gentle rain
carrying off
and washing away
what was never meant
to stay
leaving space for the moment to
unfold
as such
dreams speaking volumes
and sleep calling for more
being grateful for what we have
happens more smoothly
when our unmet needs
have been recognised
and accepted
as such
silently
silently sinking into
the softness of a discrete sunrise
covering the world
in gold
silently sinking into
a new balance
purified by fire
rooted in love