This is a day
When everything changes
All charges
All fears
Gone
But only for a
Short, short moment
The light is crystal clear
Tired less and merciless
Only darkness kept a blissful
Peace
Now forever gone
Lights
Meeting and understanding
Something new
And different
Another light
This year
Changes the color
And perceptions
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23 At Night On The Way Home
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At night cold dark and windy
No snow
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Lights
Morning in the middle
Of the night
Changing the boundaries
Between being asleep and
Conscious
The light has perforated
The mind awakens
Painful memories and
Shortcomings
Rebuilding what was once there
Or never been there
Like a fever dream
Only the bitter wine
Gives temporary
Peace of mind
From the relentless remainder
Of shortcomings and shame
© Schibolet
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Liminal
The phase between being awake and dreaming
Passing in between lines
Crossing borders
Breaking the limits
Of memories and desires
Never to be fulfilled
Between the dream and being awake
Knowing my limited
Abilities
That there will be no sunrise for me
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Night Light
This dark winter Sunday
When the daylight
Leaves us Frozen and cold
It is Like being on the bottom
Of the sea
Lost among strange and
Colorful creatures
Eating each other
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Winter Sun
Slowly the darkness
Give away for the sun
Every winter it is the same
The sun gives light
But no heat
Only light
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The Stage
Playing on the big stage outside
A place where light and shadow never stands still
Life is always moving, changing
Developing the sensitivity for that
Is an art form
Natural and ever changing light
The essence of who we are
Changes and becomes
Open ended direction
In the eternal changing light
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In the Valley of Darkness
Life in all its variety
Is a prisma of suffering
In one way or the other
Trying to go
When its as darkest
So I don’t need
To feel any hope
When the light
Return
Hope
Returns
Eventually
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Backwards and forwards
Playing with my mind
What life could have been if only
A true illusion
Because there is no turning back
Life is a one way street
Nothing in the past ever change
Only our way of perceiving it
Schibolet 