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crashes

silent violent crashes

inevitable

in its own way

a condition for further growth

and yet

there has been done everything to avoid it

the solitary bird is still insisting

on singing the light in

whereas the rest of the world seems

to be preparing itself for sleep

sleeping towards full recovery

after cascades of silent crashes

there is always a blessing to be found

full moon

is always

a new beginning

of some sort

mild winds are embracing

days of golden autumn

developing its beauty

and deepening the caves of courage

dug into our hearts

allowing us to make it

through darkness

something is happening

nothing measurable for the bare eye

or any other measurement of science

but something is happening

and what is to be measured are

the consequences

subtle changes in the shifts of light

an unexpected kindness

a smile, from a face that seemed forever closed

a letter from someone, we did not knew, we know

something is happening

but the challenge with the immeasurable happenings is

that if we do not bring awareness to them

they will never occur

being late

is an unpleasant place to begin

even if being late

is only a sign

of being out of place

being out of place

is imposing an idea

of how things are supposed to be

without necessarily being able to

hear the sound of the ocean

smell the fragrance of the air

touch the earth beneath

and feel the heat of the sun

being late

is only to remind us of things to come

we are not yet able to see

and need to find space

to take them in

there is something generous about the moon this time

a kindness

not necessarily to be explained

but to be received

in memory

of our own vulnerability

there is something generous about the moon this time

a softness

of a mothers embrace

gently holding tight

till the vulnerability is no longer creating

a state of dependence

there is something generous about the moon

this time

there are stars to be seen

while the wind is chasing clouds away

in a silent whistle

as playing with the leaves

the moon is growing generously

nourishing tides

of all sorts

a single bird is announcing the break of dawn

enthusiastically

but in no way as convincing

as the choir that characterise spring

because of its solitude

it seems timid and shy

whereas

it has taken ten times the courage for a single voice

to break through the darkness

at a time

where the world is being convinced

it is out of place

but can it ever be out of place

to announce the return of light ?

the sound of rain

heavy falling water

in the darkness

it is time to get accustomed to that sound

without losing

neither the beautiful reminiscences of the warm summer wind

nor the hope

that light will penetrate

and bring tenderness

to life

again

there are certain mornings

and certain days

where life seems out of reach

no matter how intensely

it is reached for

unless having these days

is a sign

of not really having a life in the first place

but just dragging oneself

through the existence

while it last

whether one or the other

the conclusion turns out the same

that wasting ones life

is a shame

changes

so subtle

that they seem harmless

only to reveal

when time is to reveal

that everything has changed

that nothing can longer become

as it was

that changes

has come

to stay