wind is bringing back the cold
on a grey and rainy morning
where blackbirds sing
the sun to rise

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wind is bringing back the cold
on a grey and rainy morning
where blackbirds sing
the sun to rise
a fully visible moon
behind a soft layer of clouds
an owl
answering the call of a peacock
through the night
the tender sound
of gently falling rain
the smell
of blossoming trees
and humidity
with a river of trust
running underneath it all
awakening with the light
is a particular grace
where the inner
and the outer world
is in a state of symbiosis
beyond
it is all to easily forgotten
that emotions never last
instead it seems
we are deploying heaps of efforts
to make the unpleasant ones disappear
and the pleasant ones endure
whereas they all have a reason for being
and all we are asked to
is let them pass
changes
profound and considerate changes
settling in
to a state of weightlessness
with the return of the sun
and the shift of the moon
the freedom of facing a shadow
is unexpectedly liberating
protected by darkness
and a warm bed
against the cold
otherwise sneaking in
under the skin
just as darkness sneaks into the heart
overshadowing love in a way
that it is not discovered
until night has fallen upon
the most precious talent
to forgive
a sky on fire
greeting a new day
with intense beauty
lasting only the time
for the impression to make
its imprint on the soul
leaving grey indifference for the eye to rest on
while fire pervades the body
embracing the past
purifying the future
into golden presence
a perfectly grey sunrise
does not mean
that it cannot be
an extraordinary wonderful day
the lizards were playing in the sun
while veils of smoke were being washed away
by showers of love
the reflections in the mirror
are no longer the same
the sharpness slightly overwhelming
after so many years
covered in what seemed
endless layers of dust
whereas all it takes
to bring it back to life
is a shower of love
still not accustomed to the cold
though the sharpness it brings
is received with gratitude
removing veils of illusion
left behind by the past
there is no such thing
as a life without suffering
but there are lives
where suffering is given
all the attention
even if through denial
especially when
through denial
and there are lives
where suffering is just there
to counterpart the depths of joy