allowing thoughts
to find their expression
in conditions
they cannot affect
open towards the discernment of
what part of them are true
and which are not
forge
staying with the pain
can be a subtle way
to forge healing from
inside
mill
doubt lingering
in the living rooms
of an abandoned mill
where all the doors
were left open
and no window
properly closed
as the river running past
nourishing the wheel
was dammed further up the stream
and life could no longer prosper
where it used to grow
doubt lingering
in the living rooms
of an abandoned mill
all too aware
of its lost glory
somewhat unable to let go
of the hope
it might one day
return
sorry
feeling sorry might be a way
to give oneself the significance
one believes to lack
sacral
sacred space
sacred time
sacred acts
sacral
not
the mistake is not
to make a mistake
the mistake is
not to recognise it
imprisoning
holding on to
what is not
just because
we want it to be
is also a way to
imprison
ourselves
relate
stars shining bright
on an autumn morning sky
with wind drying the ground
for the last cut before winter
bringing down leaves
preparing for structured nakedness
where the essence is
all which is visible
no glamourous beauty
to seduce the senses
nothing but raw structure
and primal essence
to relate to
clumsiness
awakening into frailty
and clumsiness
might be an appeal for attention
to a part of the being
having been neglected
for one reason
or another
while the rain stops
rupture
when something which
was never meant to be
is ruptured
there is nothing left to do
than to let it go