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drifting in and out of consciousness
reaching the shores of the mind
in silent waves
washing the sand
before withdrawing back again
into the ocean of stillness
grey clouds covering the sky
a soft wind whistling
a dawning capacity to distinguish between
the superficial
and that which never change
it all seemed so obvious
during the night hours
and then
when light dawned
and sleep finally arrived
everything was blurred
into the usual mess of emotions
with no beginning
and not ends
yet
somewhere above
or underneath
runs a golden threat
of endless beauty
and eternal love
spinning light into the broken heart
ground breaking steps into unknown land
in silent observation
of the unfolding
awakening with the light
observing
how the peacock is answering the call of dawn
just before light breaks through
as the heart is answering the call of love
just before the mind is aware
of its awakening
into an undeniable reality
mapping a minefield
is a tedious work
not to talk about the demining
following afterwards
and yet
it is the only way
to regain access
to the fertile soil
underneath
the darkening sensation
of walking in quicksand
closing in on the soul
swallowing every perspective
as the mind sink deeper
into its own definitions
throwing spotlights
on every flaw
that can be transformed to tenderness
by the one who saw
the advantage of staying silent is
that one begin to hear
the stories which are ruling our minds
the challenge of staying silent is
that it becomes more difficult
not to acknowledge them
not to find their proper place for them to be
where they are no longer ruling
but fuelling
our minds
purified through the fire
in our hearts
summer is unfolding
towards harvest
it is no longer time
for sowing
light is turning
towards darkness
and the mind is tuning
towards next years seeds
but for the time being
summer is to be appreciated
in all its generous abundance
profound healing
of profound wounds
leaving the superficial
to the superficial
and the past
to the past
all sorts of golden light
turning into grey
on a new moon
midsummer morning
all sorts of memories surfacing
to be classified and dissolved
for the mind to regain its freedom
to embrace the present
and perceive future
in joy