ruthlessness

another day

with not single cloud on the sky

a day

where the moon is shifting

where new beginnings grow

under the all penetrating light of spring

that amplifies the contrast

and reveals weaknesses

with such intensity

that the weakest no longer have the strength

to resist

the light of spring

with all its beauty

have no mercy

love always does

duality

awakening into sadness

with dreams of the past

woven into sleep

holding on to a perception

that is slowly losing ground

awakening into the splendour

of a golden sunrise on a blue sky

with all the nuances of red

available

still caught in duality

wisdom

an almost unnoticeable brim of pink

in the horizon

as the only sign

of the rising sun

in utmost discretion

yet

leaving no doubt

about its presence

as light spread over the world

and wisdom dawns

crossroad

trying to prove oneself worthy

is a sad experience

which can only end

in failure

the light has shifted

and the days are now longer than the nights

until the next passage

of equinox

there is a fine balance in everything

and there is a challenge to

find it

negation

trying to be

somebody else

than who we are

for whatever reason

it might be

is exhausting

negating life

where life is given

so generously

over and over

again

unfolding

breathtaking beauty

and a silent rain of blessings

unfolding in every little flower

turning towards light

everyday

the seal of the moon

rising behind still naked trees

faithful to its wanderings

across the sky

birds being

enthusiastic

despite drastic changes

interfering in time

revealing parts of reality

that were so easy to forget

in the routines

of what was considered to be

everyday life

transition

entering a phase

stretching between polarities

charging the atmosphere

with an almost tangible tension

between opposites

every subtle layer of the mind

grasp it

while consciousness still does not seem

to admit the impact

despite the increasing analyses by intelligence

to reveal the undercurrents

there is nothing to be fought against

nothing to give in to

there is a transition

to live

embrace

the golden spring

gilding still naked trees

while soft skin is drinking in the warmth

breaking the way for an emerging soul

to reach the surface

impatient to leave the darkness

that has been holding it captive

for so long

not yet able to be aware

of the protection it received