Author: nanna

even if hidden

behind veils of cloud

the moon is still there

still visible

not less real

than on a cloudless night

just as the heart

is not less loving

while clouds of sadness are

veiling the mind

the moon is high

the wind whispering

and the alchemy of silence

purifying the dark corners

of the mind

laughter as medicine

transforming sadness

into joy

reducing every now and then

the distance between

how we see ourselves

and who we are

the crumbling of an illusion

washed away

under the rain

the letting go

of what never was

and never will be

subtle tensions in the body

expressing grief

dragging the mind down into old habits

of despair

somewhere

in the river of withhold tears

the dawn of a silent soul

appears

Darkness has become

comforting again

inviting the soul

to shine bright

while the green of the forest

is fainting

not yet transformed into gold

but preparing to let go

of the life

that was

as the sap withdraw

with light

into the depths

from where

new wonders are born

belonging

belongs

to the same category

as sense of purpose

bringing another guest

called meaning

into the festivity

of felicity

did anybody talk about the weather ?

it is perfectly possible to live

softly

pouring rain

on layers upon layers of solitude

in various forms

expressed through various emotions

but solitude all the same

pouring rain

steadily nourishing the deeper layers

of joy

always running underneath

peace is above all

a sensation

growing from the heart

towards the world

when that direction is settled

suffering ends

there are so many ways

to celebrate

life

a delicate moon

behind the pine

veiled in transparent clouds

smiling with generous beauty

to every soul

crossing its road

mysterious

and in its own unpredictable way

reliable