a night full of ghosts
and a glorious sunrise
after days of grey
approval
cold winds harassing
the fragile beauty of spring
strengthening what is strong enough
to survive
eliminating everything
which is not
looking to another for approval
is eliminating the transformative power
of the moment
membrane
vulnerability
as a membrane
filtering darkness into light
when only it is being
received
and accepted
inside
being unable to reach
beyond emotions
whatever the emotion might be
is a poisonous prison
inside the body
breaking free of it
a matter of
receiving light
description
underneath some words
lies a different reality
than what they are aiming to describe
though
what they are aiming to describe
is what the describer believes to be
reality
it can be considered a lie
though
it might just be lack of
awareness
before
owls celebrating spring
in the darkest hour of the night
just before dawn
while the scent of trees in bloom
is preparing to fill the air
just before the rain
how
the surprising thing
about being in a dead end
is to observe
how life is much more generous
than the imagination of the mind
soul
soft spring
silently unfolding
seductive in every manner
yet encouraging the secluded soul
to keep even more focused
on soul
pink
a tree in bloom
abundance of frail pink
a sight of great joy
and of great healing
opening towards light
construction
living up to
what others might expect
is an unstable ground
to walk on
an uncertain foundation
to build on
an impossible base
to rely on