the shift of the moon carrying
tenderness and cold
as the first trees begin to appear
entirely naked
revealing their inner structure
in all its beauty
without the slightest shadow of
shame
sublime
soft rain
reminding
the sublime balance between
being the creator
and being
part of the creation
outwards
when what was perceived
a punishment
reveals itself
a blessing
the door to a world of abundance
is silently opening
outwards
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
admirable
staying long enough to see
what is already there
is indeed
admirable
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