silver mist

silver mist

illuminated by

rays of light

falling through the fog

in an incandescent reflection

on the quiet water

carrying a luminous soul

from one dimension

to

another

the end

when what is considered

the end

is nothing but

new beginnings

glory expands

into cascades of splendour

discomfort

staying long enough

in the discomfort

to gain awareness

discomfort is all it is

nothing to do with

who we are

gently beginning to allow

the emotion to dissolve

and let

what is real

be real

stream

trying to explain

in order to avoid

the inevitable responsibility

for our mistakes

rather than asking for

forgiveness

for the misbehaviour

no matter how unconscious

it rules our minds

is to deprive ourselves

from an unending stream

of loving kindness

triumphant

arriving at the end

in a silent victory

nothing victorious

and yet so deeply triumphant

in the most subtle

delicate

loving manner

a mind

can envisage

inaccessible

gently perceiving how

areas of the body

and mind

which had been

inaccessible

for both intelligence

and perception

opens

to unfold

as light

increases

rejoice

may the darkness

be swallowed

by light

and joy is all

there is left

when only we are able to

rejoice

the longing to stay

panic bursting

in every cell of the body

holding the mind

between

the eager to run away with panic

and the longing to stay

with trust

perfectionist

there is nothing wrong in

being a perfectionist

not being a perfectionist

and trying to behave as such

might be problematic

just as

being a perfectionist

trying

to be rough

can spoil a personality

veracity

how to behave

when

what one has tried to prove

over and over again

with nothing but failures

as outcome

is gently unfolding

as the most natural thing

in the world

the moment

one no longer tries to prove

the veracity

of its existence