to live with the heart
from the heart
by the heart
purpose
walking into the unknown
with the same confidence
that the mind seems to trace
old paths
not questioning the slightest
just moving forward
since this is the way it has been moving ahead
since dawn
walking into the unknown
with that unexpected particular sensation
of finally coming home
transcendence
a golden rise of sun
spinning light into the day
while death is weaving threads of fear
like spiders web
on humid clay
somewhere beyond is running
what is called a secret way
where life and death and life again
has nothing more to say
horizons
a tender moon behind drifting clouds decorated one corner of the horizon
the gold of the rising sun another
while dark and heavy clouds of rain approaches from a third
the birds still sing
even if they seem to diminish in number
every year
and the wind draws the dark clouds closer
every second
sweeping away the last leftovers
of old habits
in a new-born mind
no more
no more regrets
no more wondering
how things could have been
different
no more longings for a past
long gone
nor for a future
that never came
homecoming
about being met
in who we are
peacefully
harmoniously
in no way
dramatically
not in how we try to be
nor how we wish to be
but silently in
the most subtle core
of our purpose
love
slowly unfolding
into the greatest mystery
of all
virtue
too many thoughts
can also engender
a kind of silence
when not a single one of them
seems worthy to be expressed
though it might not be a question
of worthiness
but rather whether one wish
to nourish all the layers of a thought
and thereby deliver the consequences
striving
puzzled
by the changes
that is inevitable
occurring
like a plant observing
its leaves unfold
into a dimension
it was not necessarily aware of
being its potential
and yet
something in it
have had the faith
to strive
breath
somehow restless
and unsettled
despite a good night’s sleep
irritable
for no apparent reason
other than the constant changing weather
from rain to sun in a single breath
from despair to hope
more swiftly
than the mind is able to grasp
but maybe there is nothing to grasp
only a breath to be breathed
a life to be lived