when fear of lacking
replace
the gratitude for what
we are given
what we are given
is never enough
no matter how much
we receive
damp
more sensitive to smells
than usual
as the damp autumn mood
is reaching the core
of the bones
more sensitive than usual
to something
so intangible
and yet so present
heading
the perfect balance
also means
integrating days
of rain
yet integrating days of rain
is not to be confused with
wisdom trying to tell us
we are heading in
an inappropriate direction
for fecundity
to thrive
lust
where lust is
what leads
tribulation follows
never in the immediate
but always with a far enough distance
for being able
not to
establish the link
and continue to let
lust lead
lavishly
showing
in the perfect balance
between night
and day
an unexpected peace
might reveal itself
showing how
in every polarity
the crossing of
the perfect balance
is essential
for the perfection of
each polarity
to be harmonious
in itself
in front of
a subtle fear
running deep
below
a memory of being
shamed in front of everyone
with no concern
for truth
coming to the surface
with the wish to leave it all
behind
apathy
rain
and thunder
touching consciousness
as the first impressions
after a night’s sleep
washing away the impurities
of apathy
envy
held high
by envy
can be a just as potent
as petrifying position
to be in
weaving life into
a mesmerising design
of half truths
and complete lies
path
placing trust
in the fathomable
is calculation
placing trust
in the unfathomable
is faith
either path
leads
beyond
though it might be necessary
to choose
path
governing
myriads of impressions
intertwined in memories
coming to the surface
throwing light on behaviours
which for so long
had been governing all the more peacefully
than invisibly
the ways of the mind
into the dead end of
rebuking
a smile