when the absurdity of life
is incommunicable
a certain kind of
solitude
is growing inside
though
when that solitude
is acknowledged as such
love emerges behind
mess
that life is a mess
does not necessarily mean
that something is wrong
only that something is
in transition
perhaps even
transformation
glorious
the tender embrace
of a glorious sunrise
answering
the tender embrace
of a glorious sunset
to celebrate
the glory of life
impotence
the beauty about
giving in
to impotence
is discovering
no longer
the will to survive
but the force of life
itself
complex
when the complex of guilt
suddenly dissolve
what used to bind
everything into
a perfect illusion
of love
falls apart
and all there is left
the glorious mystery
of life
instinct
staying open
and receptive
when life seems
to be closing in on us
can feel like going against
our instinct
yet
in that openness
light might
emerge
creation
fertility
as an invitation
to reach beyond
to allow creation
where there was none
fading
full moon
and fading fears
altered dreams
of freedom
forth
when the greatest romance
of a life
begin to unfold
peace is growing
in its shadow
and joy shining forth
prevail
subtle silence
unfolding
into delicate delicacy
letting peace prevail
and love grow