sickle

waking up to forgiveness

a sickle of the moon

and a sky with bright shining stars

after a life in heavy clouds

of guilt

seems just as natural

as for a long time

it was not

truthfulness

how healing

to recognise

our failures

and set things straight

while guilt decomposes

and truthfulness consolidates

hiding

flooded by a wave of guilt

lingering in every corner of the horizon

leaving no space for hiding

as the water rises

and the mind begins to fright

trying every habit

in order to escape

only to establish

how trust is all it takes

to get things right

and let love provide

failing

speaking truth

in all its wonders

is a never ending

exercise

which most of us fails

most of the time

as we tend to cling

to our own particular window

and the desire

to prove it right

forgetting that

the more windows opened

on the truth

the brighter it shines

dissipating

sudden sadness

sneaking soundless

while the wind whispers

and the thoughts thicken

into a density of darkness

only light can

dissipate

slumbering

like subtle rain

falling steady

while surrendering to

softness

only to savour

that different kind of strength

slumbering inside

sprout

and when all the wants are

fallen to the ground

like golden leaves

justified in all their beauty

yet lacking any power

to seduce

a subtle kind of peace

comes about

where the seed of light

can finally

begin to sprout

wistfully

wind whirling wants

wistfully through the mind

gently upsetting

the calm left behind by

control

softly opening the door

towards

a life

in trust

delay

obedience can become a prison

when life is nothing than

about obeying

though

freedom is lost

in a life

without obedience

it is all about

whom and how

to obey

where and what

to delay