it is perfectly possible to live
softly
layers
pouring rain
on layers upon layers of solitude
in various forms
expressed through various emotions
but solitude all the same
pouring rain
steadily nourishing the deeper layers
of joy
always running underneath
direction
peace is above all
a sensation
growing from the heart
towards the world
when that direction is settled
suffering ends
praise
there are so many ways
to celebrate
life
reliability
a delicate moon
behind the pine
veiled in transparent clouds
smiling with generous beauty
to every soul
crossing its road
mysterious
and in its own unpredictable way
reliable
faces
behind every face
is a story
the sound of steady rain
falling through darkness
while cold humidity is taking over
the ruling
of every room of the house
leaves are chancing colours
slowly letting go of their glamorous appearances
preparing for the last dance
on a wild wind
not knowing the moment
but still preparing
every cell of their structure
in dignity
behind every face is a story
sometimes we are lucky enough
to be told
one of them
autumn
the wind continue
whirling up a certain insecurity
lying dormant under the surface
the ancestral fear
of how to get through the winter
merged with actual fear
of what is to come
in a world
where everything seems to be changing
and no one seems to know
into what
justice
a new beginning
of a different kind of life
beyond judgement
but certainly not
without justice
there is a time . . .
a rooster is calling for the day to break
while the wind chase away shadows of the night
and the body desperately struggle
adapting to the change of season
the closing of every window
the layers upon layers of clothes
to protect against it all
the lack of light
the cold
the despair that comes along with it
an most of all
the unknown
it is time to light a fire
dance
there is a sound of autumn in the wind
preparing the sensitive ear
for what is not yet to be seen clearly
the night’s freshness announces
that summer is gone
soon leaves will be dancing in the air
revealing naked structures
of every tree in the forest
darkness is closing in on us
but perhaps it is
the most propitious time of the year
to leave appearance for a moment
and rediscover the essence
of who we are