Fairy lights promise

or: Yoga under the Christmas tree 🙂

The lights on the Christmas tree are shining
when I roll out my mat next to it;
and the sky’s colours are changing
while I am doing half splits.

The clouds first turn pink, then orange, then fade into darkness,
while I return into downward dog after sequences;
and the cats are rolling around on the couch in happy bliss,
while I am breathing in the silence.

The thoughts I can hear are my own now,
when I tune out the world;
and what I feel blooming inside me
is a hopefulness that only a child can feel.

Standing still

Is it possible
that I’ve forgotten how to relax?
Can it be
that I am always doing something?
How come
that my lists and plans never end?
It is possible
that I don’t allow time to just be?
Can it be
that I’ve lost part of myself running errands?
How come
that silence does not comfort me anymore,
but scares me?

Spontanpoesie

Snow is falling
outside my window
My heart is thawing
inside my chest
Ice is forming
on the ground
My soul is soaring
skywards