certain days
are not like the others
certain nights
even less

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certain days
are not like the others
certain nights
even less
patience can be
a difficult fellow
to hang out with
the more
that what is being waited for
is the sun
though the beauty of the flowering trees
are being given the grace
to endure longer
than ever
patience can still be
a difficult fellow
to hang out with
abundance can be
overwhelming to receive
unusual to navigate in
as an unexpected sea of happiness
opening up in front
what a golden sunrise can do
to a devastated landscape
whether it be
emotional
or tangible
spreading healing light over the wounds
highlighting the power
of beauty
the silent beauty
in the wonder of
an unfolding flower
slowed down by cold
permitting
every moment of appearance
to be revered
as the pale reflection in the wonder of
an unfolding soul
building bridge
between what was
and what is
to come
dissolving patterns to prevent
that was is
to come
will just be
a different variation of
what was
rainbows always help
waves of air
running through the system
endlessly
celebrating life
in the most unnoticed manner
yet celebrating
worshipping
accomplishing
by every breath taken
life itself
breathing
is such a natural thing
taken for granted
most of the time
as so many marvels in life
are taken for granted
just because
they interfere beyond consciousness
not only marvels are taken for granted
the uncured wounds are often being the same
considered a condition
which cannot be different
just because it has been there
for so long
breathing out
and letting go
of all which is taken for granted
is much less simple
than what it sounds
and yet
it is perhaps just how simple
life can be
inspired
is in certain ways
a relentless state to be in
the permanent discernment
of what is
and is not
to be shared
the simultaneous translation
between the inspiration
and the expression
the endless breath
of grace
a rainbow
and a thunderstorm
a past being brought to the surface
by dreams
so close to the conscious mind
it feels tangible in the moment
of awakening
like a lightning illuminating
parts of the memory
which had for a long while been left
unnoticed