running to satisfy
expectations
is indeed a race of anxiety
where running towards ourselves
can only be
a release of joy
no matter how long the distance
whirlpool
a whirlpool of emotions
dragging towards its own centre
with no other perspective
than being absorbed in its own importance
yet
emotions are
not
everything
same
the moon
walking in and out
layers of clouds
throwing glimpses of beauty
into the observing eye
throwing a different kind of light
into a different kind of darkness
where nothing is longer
the same
saturation
saturated
by too many words
of no meaning
and no other reason to be
than covering up
the hidden beauty
of a sensitive soul
inexorable
silent stars
observing
with what seems endless patience
the repetition of
the inexorable
adventure
looking for signs
can be a way
to help us find our path
abandoning ourselves in trust
another
combining the whole
might bring the adventure
to a different dimension
as long as we
keep on walking
coordination
coordination
might be
what can take human desire
beyond
loving presence
presence
alone
can do a whole lot of wonders
loving presence
move towards
the miraculous
decomposing
the smell of decomposing leaves
is filling the air
autumn is here
and trust
a precious companionship
while approaching so inescapably
the darkest hours
of the year
state
grace
as a state
of mind