falling back
into old patterns
without even being aware
before their consequences are
weaving around the heart
veiling the sight
numbing the senses
exploding the mind
to fragments
stealing back
the transparency
of wholeness
view
to see the world
in a new light
no longer clinging to
what was
and never became
profound sleeps
erasing memories
every night
to let every new day
be
with all the deceptions
and all the joys
that belongs to proper
being
falling
joy
like a quiet brook
gently falling
contouring every obstacle on its way
to the eternal ocean
of love
backlog
a certain resistance
in the back of the mind
prevent the eyes to indulge
the clarity of the dawn
they see light coming back
all around
but inside
the mind is running circles
incessantly enumerating
the unaccomplished matters
even and especially when
they have no name
nothing
love is the essence
and there is nothing to hide
nothing to be
ashamed of
nothing to prove
nothing to be proud of
nothing to blame
nothing to feel
guilty about
not a shadow of wind
is disturbing
the rise of the sun
accidents
breaking
of form
to reveal the essence
leaving behind rites
no longer necessary
once the essence is expanding
to its fullest potential
morning cold
and broken nights
nothing is
by accident
sunshine
stillness
not before
but after
the storm
light spreading over the world
from a cloudless sky
gently approaching the sections
where shadows reign
blackbirds
wind is bringing back the cold
on a grey and rainy morning
where blackbirds sing
the sun to rise
trust
a fully visible moon
behind a soft layer of clouds
an owl
answering the call of a peacock
through the night
the tender sound
of gently falling rain
the smell
of blossoming trees
and humidity
with a river of trust
running underneath it all
symbiosis
awakening with the light
is a particular grace
where the inner
and the outer world
is in a state of symbiosis
beyond