spinning golden lies
has nothing to do
with being truthful
no matter how
beautiful
they are
all they do
is spinning the heart into a prison
of our own making
manipulation
silent summer wind
whispering away in the top of the trees
telling old stories
in new forms
manipulated by man
into a tool of power
twisted by the limitations
of the sort of knowledge
that makes us believe
we know
stranger
full moon
behind grey clouds
strange birds singing
on foreign territories
as were they
at home
where being at home
as a stranger
is an accomplishment
in itself
imagination
simple being
is much less simple
than it sounds
yet
the only true obstacle
seems to be
our own imagination
misunderstandings
being misunderstood
over a too long period of time
can also have
devastating impacts
on the body
mostly when
being misunderstood
over a too long period of time
leads to an undermining misunderstanding
of oneself
golden sunshine is illuminating the world
there is not a cloud to be seen on the sky
enfolding
the summer seems swallowed
by rain
dark clouds
shadowing the sun
though
the moon appeared
in incandescent whiteness
above treetops
while light withdrew from the world
and a peaceful silence
enfolded
an ever haunted body
circular
circular time
as in the time of cycles
with a very different kind
of achievement
an open mind
a compassionate heart
a forgiving embrace
of what was
a grateful embrace
of what is
and a faithful embrace
of what is
to come
oceanic
drifting in and out of consciousness
reaching the shores of the mind
in silent waves
washing the sand
before withdrawing back again
into the ocean of stillness
grey clouds covering the sky
a soft wind whistling
a dawning capacity to distinguish between
the superficial
and that which never change
night hours
it all seemed so obvious
during the night hours
and then
when light dawned
and sleep finally arrived
everything was blurred
into the usual mess of emotions
with no beginning
and not ends
yet
somewhere above
or underneath
runs a golden threat
of endless beauty
and eternal love
spinning light into the broken heart
exploration
ground breaking steps into unknown land
in silent observation
of the unfolding