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rain
heavy falling
steady rain
while the moon is preparing its fullness
somewhere behind the clouds
while something is preparing
deep in the soul
for its fullness
to shine bright
out in the light
something in the size of a seed
with the potential of a tree written into it
rain
heavy falling
steady rain
nourishing all sorts of seeds
out of balance
but in power
is not a good place to be
especially not
since power can so easily engender
the illusion of being in control
though being out of balance
but in control
can be directly dangerous
for the person concerned
as for all the people
depending
and the beauty of the moon
in a cloudless night
loses its impact
as the tides have no importance
when we are out of balance
but in power
of control
the moon is out
reflecting upon the winterly landscape
in the inner
as in the outer world
haunted by wind
chasing memories
as if summer was to be found
just around
every corner
but nothing is to be found
while winter last
rest is to be given
to awaken and prepare
deep in the core of every seed
the germ of life
that unfold by its own strive
when time is
to unfold
dreams intertwining past and present
in a winter barren landscape
where rain and wind is pushing up
old wounds
may there be love enough to heal them
may there be wisdom to receive the unpleasant memories on the surface of consciousness
in order to let cure balm the destructive patterns
that has been created there to avoid them
may the darkness of winter
allow shadows to dissolve in the night
while light
is silently growing stronger
in the broken heart
healing what was considered
incurable
clarity unveiling the night
revealing innumerable numbers of stars
shining bright
showing innumerable numbers of ways
for every searching soul
pondering truth
into a secret code
every individual has to break
by their given talents
to find that subtle state
where soul can unfold
a silent rain
is appeasing
the unbearable silence
stirring up an indistinguishable noise
inside the brain
inside the heart
inside every organ
sensitive enough
to register the overwhelming sound
of undefined silence
sparkling expectations
for what could seem
a completely ordinary day
for what is
a completely ordinary day
and yet
the mind is awakening into falling stars
and a state of joyful expectations
announcing delight
where all there is to see outside the window
is a dense, winter fog
mysterious mists
are revealing
mysterious minds
while the world is protected by
impenetrability
while the map of the stars are lost
and all there is to follow
is the flame of the inner light
however timid it might be
about being met
in ones reality
and thereby gain freedom
to take full responsibility
for carrying it into the world
the stars are out again
and cold has turned into frost
covering the world in a transparent veil
enchanting grey into whiteness
all to be whipped away by the sun
revealing the autumn colours
in their brightest
meeting the world
in its reality
letting it unfold
to the fullest potential
of every given moment
cold is seizing the world
and the stars are out
there is a riddle to be solved
a task to be completed
there is a lesson to be learned
a teaching to be received
there are questions to be asked
answers to be revealed
there is a path to walk
and a day to live