reaching the end
of what is humanly possible
is not to be considered
a failure
just and observation of
where the limit is drawn
respecting ones limits
is the beginning of
love
cry
holding back tears
does not mean
that one is not crying
understanding
to accept
that everything is
as it should be
when nothing is
as one had expected it to be
is a challenge
shaping the mind into living
in gratitude
also what it is not capable
to grasp
convictions
to convince oneself
that somebody else is being
responsible for ones suffering
is indeed a way
to stay
in the illusion of innocence
but not necessarily
a way to joy
this does not mean
that the very same somebody
cannot have caused the suffering
only that joy is to be found
somewhere beyond
claims
misty dawn
bringing what had been
considered
long forgotten memories
to the mind
memories of dreams
lost
in the effort
to be righteous
dreams somehow still claiming
their right
to be
pray
had the moon not already set
had it been covered
by layers of dense mist
had the words not already been said
had they been covered
by layers of mystery
now
that the moon has set
and what was never to be mentioned
been said out loud
is an opportune time
to pray
funambulist
being paralysed
in some part of the body
or even if only in ones mental capacity of action
is a considerable impediment
to live with
being paralysed
and powerful
just the same
is a perpetual walk on an invisible tightrope
invisible for everyone else
than oneself
granted
stars shining bright
the last leaves holding on
while most of the forest is naked
changing the point of gravity
in what is to be taken
for granted
landscapes
the moon was high
the owl singing
something is being
left behind
while new landscapes are opening
behind the word of
destiny
transubstantiation
certain moments
are so important
that there are no words
to describe them
without betraying
what is taking place