braiding long forgotten dreams
into a string of memories
holding together
the chaos of disappointments
by one single thread
bridging the past
to the future
in a thin line
to be walked
ardent
when shame is ennobled
glory expands
and out of darkness emerge
a light
all the more ardent
that subtle
catharsis
to release
rigid convictions
unconscious beliefs
and poor boundaries
by
the catharsis of muddled emotions
through talent
ensure
hungry ghosts
howling through the night
on winds of criticism
and loose ends aright
ensuring
that nothing peaceful is to settle
in the mind
yet even the darkest of nights
is followed by
the break of light
torture
when the discernment
no longer discerns
but subjects
what was a path of emancipation
becomes a tool of torture
endless
an ever-changing landscape
of
endless nuances of grey
with its own kind of
clarity
that
that love is our essence
does not mean
our behaviour is either loving
nor lovable
no matter how talented we have become
in justifying
the very same behaviour
to ourselves
end of the world
reaching the wall
in ourselves
as in others
is not to be confused with
the end of the world
fault
recognising
and accepting
our own fault
reduce the inclination to
condemn others
while broadening the opening towards
the endless source of
forgiveness
doors
there are moments where
doors to eternity
are wide open
just by a constellation
of linear time
crossing cyclic time
in those very moments
crossing the threshold
to eternity
is but a question of
awareness