Held in thrall....2

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Those hopes
slipped out
and fears trod
in silently.
Not an ounce
was left
neither was one
taken away.
Everything remained
just as it was
except that life
wasn't there.
I sat thinking
nothing
doing nothing
feeling stuck
as though
everything had
come to a standstill.
In that silence
I heard 
the heart
beat.

Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

Hope...

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There it happens
that I don't feel 
like switching on
the room lights
like in the early hours
of dawn.
I like to see the morning
glow spread slowly
silently
in the world outside
touching everything
in its wake.
Even when closed to the world
I long to be a part of it
not wanting to be 
intruded upon
but invited lightly
to share openly.
I keep hoping
the world would be light
spreading slowly
silently
and then fading away
when it is time.

Being deserted...

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It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

On my own...3

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The deep green waters
draw me close
and I dive into their
mysteries and treasures
all by myself
to meet all
my demons and angels
under water.
I see one by one
my passions
fears
hopes
and turn them round
and find
they are one and the same:
my passions turn into 
fears and my fears
hide my hopes
and in my hope
lies my passion.
I can no longer
see any demons
nor any angels
All I see is the depth
of my being
and the breadth of 
the earth's bosom.

In Coldness 1

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All that was imagined
all that was desired
saw the light of construction
in firmness and strength
and then the spirit went out
chipping away pieces 
here and there
and now I stand
in the desertion
of one's own dreams.
In coldness I search
for a ray of hope
on which I can climb
and recover something
of that energy.