what surrounds us
might be the mirror of
what is going on inside our minds
without necessarily being a mirror of
who we are
while who we are
is rather passed on
than reflected
surely
increasing darkness
cold nights
and longer sleep
all announcing
the autumn
with its different kind of
occupations
while guilt is silently
but surely
slipping away
dancing
a warm wind
playing with falling leaves
dancing to celebrate
courageous hearts
and loving souls
songs
flooded by a wave of fear
with fragments of fragility running through the blood
while all sorts of anxieties appear
as the mind is trying to escape the flood
though through the soft and tender
surrender to eternal love
even fear is only there
to raise our hearts above
all inner turmoil and discretely point towards
the one and necessary act
in which while done
all fear is purified
in order to fulfil
a silent song
of peace
lifetime
entering the present
after having spent
most of a lifetime
losing the moment
is just as natural
as it seemed
impossible
no longer
a subtle nuance
just enough to reveal
that something is no longer
the same
redemption
when the pain is no longer unbearable
only passing
the current of joy
runs uninterrupted
underneath every difficulty
and every difficulty is transformed
into an opportunity
of redemption
bleeding
a heavy cloud of darkness
on an otherwise subtle and delicate morning sky
a whirlwind of emotions
where smooth waters were expected to supply
while the heart of the world is bleeding
and the world is watching on
as the light emerge anew
from the core of a sacred song
eventide
greeting the eventide
from a hillside
with view on a soft landscape
being tenderly enfolded
in darkness
to rest
in peace
until
the light returns
why
why stay
with the sensation of freedom
when it is possible to be
free