another day
another chapter
another step
into
another dimension
the connection between body
and brain
is not yet stable
but stabilising
with days
where everything seems hopeless
and days
where everything feels possible
hide and seek
being out of step
trying to peer
what is the purpose
trying to hide
the actual state
seeking in the firmament
covered with stars
for some kind of sense
a leading star
showing the way
towards everlasting
light
ebullition
it is positive
there is an ebullition of joy
running underneath the surface
it might be
that our world is ruled by darkness
but this does not
in any way
prevent us from bringing
joy to the surface
shift
darkness has gained
in again
on daylight
rain is silently falling
profound changes
are reaching the surface
behaviours that were never questioned
brought into light
certain circumstances
can never be the same again
and holding on to
what was lost
is living life
in constant pain
composting
liberation
of festered feelings
composted somewhere in the system
into the final transformation
where every shadow of the original form
has been broken down
into molecules of nourishment
ready to serve
a whole different
purpose
weaver
a most astonishing
stratified sunrise
weaving gold generously
into an impatient heart
allowing another day to pass
without untempered outbursts
of emotional overload
while showers of rain
is washing
the heat and the dust
off the world
tardiness
fascinating
how just the sensation of being late
is shaping the brain
guiding the mind into shortcuts
that are only losing sense
and thereby missing the essence
as if this fear of
being late
is enough to assure
we are never on time
anywhere
grass
the grass is turning
green again
but not necessarily more
on the other side
as the other side slowly withdraw
into an awareness
that every other side
is the same
as long
as nothing is
settled within
mistake
a moist morning
the first one since so long
revealing facets
that had so far been left
disguised
there is a considerable liberation
in facing
one has been mistaken
a freedom to finally let things fall
into their proper place
loss
waking up at the usual hour
to a fresh new world
is full of hope
that what was lost
is still there
in different shapes
if only we manage
to let go of loss
the birds are timid
the weather shifting
light decreasing
there is indeed
a certain scent of autumn
in the air