holding on
to
letting go
while decay
is decomposing
and autumn
gloriously
unfolding

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holding on
to
letting go
while decay
is decomposing
and autumn
gloriously
unfolding
moist mists
marvellously
moulding
memories
of mystery
into morning glory
the edge between
glory and shame
is a thin line
drawn by consciousness
when fulness
unfolds
fear of failure
is metamorphosed
into freedom
when the connection
to creativity
has been severed
the source of inspiration
is running dry
leaving space for imagination
to overrule creation
when our acts and words
spring out of fear
only destruction
can be
the result of it
though
on the other side of fear
is a grace to be found
beyond
what any imagination
is able to provide
never
again
alone
when looking bright
on the future
means
not facing the obstacles
of the present
the present is
lost
the past ignored
the future disrupted
reaching the end
of a month
of a season
of a long
demanding quest
being able to rest
in the wisdom of
the presents best
wakening just before dawn
observing how the light
dissipates so delicately
and full of tenderness
every shadow of the night
is a delightful lesson
of life