clouds are weaving into the constellations of the stars
while a fox yelp in the distance
naked trees are standing
in all there lean splendour
against the rising sun
preparing for the year to come
resistance
heavy limbs
resistance running through
every vein of the body
as if blood had thickened during the night
and refused to flow freely
as if
the circulation of vital fluid
was an effort in itself
there are no advantages to be grateful for
when what is considered by the world as such
has become a hermetic prison
for the soul
refinement
crisp cold
and solemn stars
clearing the thoughts
of scoriae left behind
by the refinement of the mind
in the melting pot of darkness
where the risk of overheating
is always at hand
memories
dreams
awakening the past
revealing to what degree
the river of memories
are nourishing the heart
and conditioning the mind
the sound of a single car
incising the morning silence
where a lonely bird
is keeping up the spirit
by greeting the light
to come
present
like wind playing with naked trees
caressing their lean limbs
whispering about lost glories
and new creations to unfold
impatience is playing with the mind
whispering about past glories
and new creations to unfold
like the trees
our challenge is
to stand strong
leaning into the wind without breaking
without losing ourselves in glories
never to come back
nor to identify with creations
still in gestation
but not yet mature
to be delivered
in between is the present
hardly ever appreciated
in its full dimension
fate
the birds are resuming their task
of singing the dawn to break
timidly
but with no doubts about
what they are doing
announcing
that light is growing
summer is coming back
that nothing is ever wasted
even the darkest of dark
has its reason to be
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miracle
when the inner light grows stronger
thanks to the darkness closing in around
profound healing of invisible wounds
can occur
nature
steady rain
washing away
sadness
nourishing dreams
of flowering meadows
and soft summer winds
caressing the grass
just looking out
into the dark pouring rain
where even the naked trees
are invisible
how should one know
that light is to return
heat to unfold the deepest potential of every seed
the miracle is
that it does happen
every year
with or without knowledge
with or without belief
faith
silence
just silence
while counting the moments of the day
where darkness has retracted
nourishing the trust in what is not yet
to be seen
only running underneath
as an invisible stream
of faith
the crescent of the moon appeared swiftly
in between layers of transparent clouds
while the world is sleeping
in no rush to escape darkness
just waiting for it
to pass