In a moment of inspiration When the grip of my limited mind is loose I ride my bike under the Fall sun Life feels simple And I pray Please, help me remember Today is sunny Tomorrow might be rainy The Winter darkness is approaching and whether I'm here or not the Spring light will come back And so life goes Up and down Round and around Today I'm happy tomorrow I might be sad Can I be with what is? without judgment, without rush Nothing remains Can precicelly this be beauty of it all?
From the frozen soil under the early Spring sunlight you timidly sprout Small and delicate Yet strong and determined Everything around you wakes up from its Winter sleep Cattle comes back and walk on your path Humans take over the trails seeking for new heights None of this stands on your way as you absorb the sunrays And one summer day almost without warning You bloom Exactly where you are Tiny delicate flower in strong bright blue You were born to bloom and you fulfill your purpose Courageous, unafected and gracious Whether you will last long or perish under someone's step is not relevant for you You absorb the light Nurrish yourself from your surroundings the rest, is not for you to worry about Great teacher you are Snow Gentian from the mountains.
Why do we fill the space between us with layers of past experiences? unclear expectations eyes covered hearts sealed Where we once danced freely to the rhythm of our hearts We are now screaming incomprehensible words feeling more and more alone together
Whilst drowning on one thought Sitting in front of my laptop For a moment I lift my gaze Who catches the beautiful patterns the clouds make in the early evening sky Why obsess about the one thing that didn't go my way today? I ask myself When my world is full of wonders And while contemplating the vastness and awesomness of the world and the Universe I remember what I have most at hand Me
Three green leaves
I held you tight
Under the sun
and in the stormy weather
As seasons change
You gradually transform into
Beautiful bright colors
Getting ready to
Free yourselves from my grip
and graciously fly with the wind
In the meantime
I am thankful for each moment
I can still hold you
Close to me
A Truth Seeker's Journal 