Winter’s Nocturne

Darkness descends,

rumours collide into a starry sombre sight,

I almost fall asleep,

deep slumber roars from my inner thigh.

<<Say what now?>> Hush…[[ keep still ]]

Dancing shoes and tingles of impressions?

<<What rules? I know, I know…>>

To sleep is necessary and inducingly impervious.

I soon fall into deep REM, oblivious to all sounds.

Alas! After a while of wooshes,

I am awakened with a hush of ||| ratatat |||

Rain slowly, forcibly starts ranting its secrets,

pouring them out.

Cold air bites when I open the window,

oh my!

It all explodes into a billion shards of glass!

There’s sadly no snow to soften the night.

So many uncertainties parade in and out of sight!

This January rain is unique,

undeniably unfolding its wet tears.

Shards of disillusion remind me of gratitude traps,

<< Do this and that every day

and you’ll reach new heights.>>

Vicious vindicative compulsions,

New Year resolutions in action,

Abandoned to inner doom, contractions,

Some unwritten, undreamed, untamed.

Uncompiled, unraveled, insane.

A fantastical gloomy rehearsal to watch

This January rain is my soul’s way of painting the night.

Are you ready to swoon and manifest your sovereignty,

To manifest your infinity among the energies divine?

The Gods are ablaze, in a haze they follow all your hopes,

Wanting to swiftly fulfill all your wishes asap,

*** Ooooor is that rather another sort of trap?***

Mischievous stillness forsaken to flounder,

Instead of fluffy flakes of wonder, there’s that —

Just a dynamic dance of droplets, and another hush of ||| ratatat |||

Hear hear! Or …

***would you rather feel the chill with each falling drop?***

Get kissed by January winter’s cold sharp shaky hisssss

Under its misty veil searching for a bride,

Soon to collide into inner refractions of light.

Author’s notes: The other day it was raining heavily, and I lived a deeply introspective moment. The harsh external weather conditions made me look inward and triggered some internal reflections on life.

I thought about all the expectations we have from January as a setting point for our new success in the new year. I’ve received many invitations to spiritual and manifesting workshops, like recipes for quick fixes and personal growth.

All my complex and contradictory thoughts made me wonder more about what is more important right now, right this very moment. Is it about magic and getting everything we wish for in a few day’s time? Do you dare to fall into the trap of longer and more expensive programs promising you to become the queen or king of your universe? Or is it a bit more than that?

Perhaps we could be content with simply being and be grateful for each moment. When it comes to setting resolutions and goals, give intentions a try.. for me setting intentions works with more flow and flexibility.

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* I originally published this poem here.*

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