perhaps there is
no other
meaning
than healing
though
when clouds are heavy
and grey is grey
it can sometimes feel like
we were never given
to see the day
though in these days of darkness
growths is taking place
in the invisible layers
of a sacred space
loosening
holding on
to letting go
can be more of a challenge
than anticipated
hide
secret shame of shameful secrets
surfacing
silently
leaving no space
to hide
its own
wind has blown the mist away
preparing the way for the rain
to cleans
and nourish
washing away the old
for the new to break through
in its own time
spontaneity
sacred sleep
softening sore suffering
silently seizing
spontaneity
fair
life is not fair
nor is it unfair
life is life
also
morning mists are covering the world
as an image of
how staying in an illusion can sometimes be
not only more comfortable
but perhaps even essential
yet
by facing reality in all its aspects
freedom is also to be found
respect
for some people it might be difficult
to respect their own limits
for others to go beyond their own limitations
none of them is a better person
the challenge is just
different
but it is a perpetual question of
respecting our boundaries
and those of the other
leaves
grounded
heavily grounded
like leaves of lightness
falling to the ground
transforming into earth
nourishing whatever strives
to grow