Month: June 2020

nothing encourage growth

more than rest

rest

at the proper time

in the precise amount

for all the layers of the being

to fall into their proper place

rest

is and underestimated cure

for many ails

most of the time neglected

in the conviction

there is no time for it

until the moment

where one is brought to the knees

and can do

but rest

when glass

becomes veiled

the outlook is diminished

and the insight opaque

yet we still see through it

believing us to be

in reality

cleaning windows is indeed

a tedious work

so easily considered deprived of meaning

but what reward

when truth shine bright

in all its splendour

and the veils of illusion are letting go

one by one

a new beginning

so very different

from everything that ever was

before

and yet

so similar on the surface

as if nothing had changed

and nothing has changed

but

the mind

the day is partly grey

nothing spectacular

just like every other day

and yet

a new beginning

peace again

this sort of inner peace

where everything moves in harmonious circles

despite the wind

whirling

the movements of the long soft grass

in the sun

are mild again

the touch of the skin

vulnerable

and soft

rain again

summer rain

washing away the dust

of heat and drought

washing away the dust

of stagnated emotions

brought into movements

by floods of tears

rain again

summer rain

being a burden

is not a good place

to begin

it twists the mind

into biased understandings of

what life is

rain has refreshed the dryness

but not enough to nourish the soil

suspense between realities

of what was

and what is

to come

broken trust

is a heavy burden

to live with

the more

that most of the time

no one can see

nor sense

in any other ways

the circumference of the wound

it is the invisible wounds it takes the longer to heal

but this does not make it less important

to heal them

how the sight of clouds

even when they carry no rain

can become a relief

keeping the sun at bay

protecting the surface against scorches

while the world accustom

to another state

and leaves time for healing

to occur

pigeons are circling

in endless search for grains

in endless fear for whoever might come

and chase them

there is no peaceful moment

of tender gazing

on wide horizons

there is no silent gliding

with broadened wings

on the buoyancy of air

but the grace of the pigeons flight

is their own

no one can take it away from them

yet another new beginning

dawning in the back of the mind

where darkness is still ruling

a great majority of time

yet another beautiful day

where a soft wind is increasing

with great elegance

the drought

yet another solution to be found

finding ways across droughts and darkness

without losing the sight

of the soul