the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first
the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear
the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light
live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew
clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened
oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast
in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights
for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb
the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect
i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods
blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing
a vest i crochet
in dark blue
stitch by stitch
unravel two
easy pattern
hard to learn
hook away
my fingers burn
design without
second thought
omitted details
cause distraught
push the hook
into split thread
crochet is relaxing
they said
stream of memories
dusk transformed into dreams
with no makeup
the sun rose uncombed
aroma of fresh coffee
broke through the air
enlivening all the senses
helping the limbs move
daily miracle of life
the day brightened up
neither being asked
nor begged
letting go of darkness
the light gently shines
new opportunities
new chances
