leaving behind
inadequate behaviour
by leaving the state of survival
to enter a state of joy
as spring unfold unrelentingly
in every girl and boy
proceeding
dreams of a rare clarity
accompanying a night
of frost and shining stars
wakening into sunshine
and a heavy body
wondering how to proceed
threads
golden threads
running through a life
so mysteriously different
from how it was imagined
and yet in so many ways
the mirror of
a broken imagination
though even imagination
can heal
impenetrable
misunderstandings covering
the inner landscape
like morning mist
as too many layers of transparency
creates impenetrable lies
yet somewhere the light is still
shining bright
smell
a gentle soft opening
into the sacred
as subtle
as the smell of spring
in the air
suffocating
inner control
as an opposition to outer control
creating resistance
in both directions
suffocating the life
so longed for
always there
to be seized
high
entering vulnerability
with gentle steps
not to fast
not to slow
just holding it
and holding the sacred
high
utility
being useful
is relative
according to the mind
and the state of mind
beholding the utility
of the situation
on hold
holding in
holding on
holding out
holding up
holding to
holding fast
holding true
piercing
sun is piercing
through the grey
announcing yet
another day
of light increasing