Month: August 2024

not to be trusted

can be like a silent drop of water

dripping on a stone

until

a hole has been carved

leaving a void in the heart

it seems impossible

to fill

yet it is through that hole

that love can enter

the world

when that

which for a lifetime

has been out of reach

is suddenly

possible

wonders unfold

immediately

and beauty

prevails

what is the game

to play

when everything

is lost

when the structure

which had kept one above

has crumbled for good

and all there is left

is

what we are

and not

who we wanted

to be

when what we have to offer

has never been

treasured

and protected

but rather abused

and then neglected

confusion might reign

and learning to protect

and treasure

what is to be

treasured and protected

instead of running after fame

can seem without gain

though

taking the time

to heal

what can be healed

can never be

a useless game

subtle summer rain

silently washing away

the reminiscences

of a life

where no trust was to be found

only raw interest

and calculations of

how to achieve

what was considered

due

detachment cannot be

attained

by will alone

as freedom cannot thrive

under control

though

everything that happens

also happens

to draw us closer

to the light

believing oneself to be

something special

is a fabulous trap for the mind

to spin into perverted pride

as if everyone was not

unique

claiming to have

no ambitions

only reveals

the ambitions to be

beyond what is decent to say

leaving no possibility

for who we truly are

to find its proper way

stepping from control

into overview

can feel like

falling apart

yet

in that fall

the grain to enlightenment

is sowed

and the freedom to chose

given

how much we are given

just by remembering

where we come from

and where we shall

return to

how often we forget

and believe

the immediate surroundings to be

all we have

and are supposed

to care for

how wonderful when

truth reminds us

to remember

and render

gratitude and praise

for all there is

when the description of

a situation

is holding

the deeper sense of it

hostage

and all we are able to recount

is the superficial destruction

of what was never meant

to be

we miss out

on the grace

we are given to receive