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a sole bird is singing

celebration

in the night

as if it knew

today is a special day

where an angel was born

to bring light

crossing the threshold

to the cathedral of the soul

for the first time

in full consciousness

is indeed

a deed

of mystical dimension

being judgmental

does note only concern

the others

even if one tend to believe

it is the others

one judge

being judgmental

builds a wall of loneliness

around the heart

a no man’s land

where nothing can grow

nothing penetrate

and the one who is suffering the most

is the one who is being

judgmental

there is something eternally peaceful

in waking up with dawn

this perfect parallel

between the dawn of light

and the dawn of personal consciousness

stating

there is a balance to be found

in every life

where everything is

in its proper place

and in that proper place

nothing but peace

prevails

stars can seem so miraculous when they appear

after nights and nights of rain

just as love can seem so miraculous

after years of years of lonesomeness

yet

neither love

nor the stars

were ever absent

just being

out of sight

what a wonder

sleep can be

regenerating a heart

in every dimension

for hope to find its way back

into the core of every cell

of the being

even if hidden

behind veils of cloud

the moon is still there

still visible

not less real

than on a cloudless night

just as the heart

is not less loving

while clouds of sadness are

veiling the mind

the moon is high

the wind whispering

and the alchemy of silence

purifying the dark corners

of the mind

laughter as medicine

transforming sadness

into joy

reducing every now and then

the distance between

how we see ourselves

and who we are

the crumbling of an illusion

washed away

under the rain

the letting go

of what never was

and never will be

subtle tensions in the body

expressing grief

dragging the mind down into old habits

of despair

somewhere

in the river of withhold tears

the dawn of a silent soul

appears

Darkness has become

comforting again

inviting the soul

to shine bright

while the green of the forest

is fainting

not yet transformed into gold

but preparing to let go

of the life

that was

as the sap withdraw

with light

into the depths

from where

new wonders are born