soft winds playing
with dry leaves
as the drought drags on
and life is holding on to
what is

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soft winds playing
with dry leaves
as the drought drags on
and life is holding on to
what is
blessings often come
in odd shapes
and sizes
a thorough humiliation can be
a blessing indeed
when only being
properly received
being quiet
when time is
to keep silence
can be difficult
though no sound is quite as pure
as the sound of
silence
breaking free
of inner chains
is all the more difficult
that the most ferocious guard
is sometimes ourselves
when fear is running wild
and no rest to be found
in no matter how many hours
of sleep
other means
are to be taken into account
to find peace
surrendering to love
has nothing to do
with falling in love
the latter might be difficult
to resist
where the first takes all the courage
of the heart
to defeat
when the end of comprehension
is reached
all which is left
is love
so tired
that even thinking seems
impossible
yet
it is in these states of fatigue
that thoughts have a tendency
to run wild
talking into the silence
during the night
can sometimes be
the best way to express
what is otherwise too difficult
to say
facing reality
can be a bittersweet encounter
bitter to see the illusion
fall apart
sweet in the sense
that by the extinction of every illusion
freedom expands