a soft landing
after turbulence and storm
feels just as unexpected
as it is
in some way
predictable
shaping
shaping the future
through an act of presence
with enough silence
for the more subtle dreams
to reach the surface
finding expression even though
clothed in timid uncertainty
about legitimacy
running free
landscapes of peace
unfolding
inside
undercurrents of love
running free
in a discrete sensation of
finally reaching
reality
arrival
coming back can be
a tender way to observe
how one has arrived
in a different place
inside
usual
being in a new place
can be an invitation to
discover different places
in ourselves
some glorious
and some less
though different from the usual
all the same
pass
crossing the pass
into the valley of presence
after a whole long life
in the past
is to be prepared
and executed
with care
as every step is essential
to reach where we belong
slip
even when peace
does not last
and in the beginning
it does tend to slip
whenever we believe to need it most
there is no reason
not to be grateful
for every moment of peace
received
carrying
darkness is anew
gaining a little
every night
when carrying others
has grown into be
the purpose of life
we end up being
a burden ourselves
out
stepping out of judgment
into observation
is freedom
letting behind heavy chains
of condemnation
opening towards a kind of love
which has no end
perilous
holding on to dreams
with no roots in reality
can already be
a perilous affair
holding on to dreams
which are not our own
is even more hazardous
no matter how seducing
and beautiful
they seem