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grey morning
permitting observations
of silence
left behind by the birds
whom are no longer eager to sing the day in
no longer defining their territory
through the beauty of their voice
inhibited experiences
surface in the memory
as the muscles are releasing their grip
softened by the heat
and the rhythm
of summertime
and slowness
irritation
as if
something important had been lost
out of negligence
and lack of care
as if
every effort was understood
as something else
than what was meant
followed by a considerable frustration
of not being able to care
nor dare
to speak
ones heart
light is withdrawing
slowly but visibly
the immobility of summer
is healing the wounds
of the world
and the withdrawal of the light
can be received
as an invitation
to expand it inwards
having a project
is very human
and more than acknowledged by society
one could say
encouraged
set out
as the ultimate state of being
a project
whether it is ones own
or the one of someone else
is considered a justification of legitimacy
that might explain the unease
in waking up to another day
with no plan
with no list of things to do
in order to reach the standard
whatever that standard might be
an unease
it can take time to overcome
in this complex sensation of going against the current
combined with the deep trust
of being carried afloat
by the mystery
that reaches beyond
the boundaries of human understanding
there was golden sunlight on the wall
and a dead swift in the attic
despite the blue sky
a shadow is hanging
over the mind
for no apparent reason
but still leaving no doubts of its presence
it is a shadow all right
and to be taken serious as such
even if
the cause is impossible to distinguish
for the bare eye
since strangely enough
it is
when it is being denied
that it take drastic proportions
and it is after all sunshine
an excellent opportunity
to bring light into areas
where shadows reign
in leaving the past behind
lies the hope for a different future
the believe
that despite the accumulated knowledge’s
by experiences written
not only into the mind through learning
but into the body through living
future can be different
through the change of our own behaviours
we can be different
while the moon continue to shift
summer sun
and tender heat
softening rigid structures of a stubborn mind
allowing a different kind of knowledge
to unfold
that kind of knowledge
that has no routs in logic
that cannot grow in rational soil
and is impossible to reach
through any kind of calculation
that kind of knowledge
which forgive
what is to be forgiven
embrace
what is to be embraced
and leave behind
what is
to be left behind
coming back
from very far away
into a glorious sunrise
on an almost clear
blue sky
dense with promises
of a warm summer day
and shadows of hope
constellation of clouds
creating openings
into parts of the sky
illuminated by the rising sun
behind
on a day
where everything seems to be
behind
out of reach
covered in grey
indifference
where nothing seems to make sense
and the sense is running stronger
just beneath the surface
preparing itself to break into light
when the mind is ripe to absorb it
irrigating the inner desert
that has been longing unknowingly
for refreshing nourishment
to cut loose
from the past
in whatever manner it occurs
can be a shortcut
to the soul
when it is not done
in order to get rid of
but in order to
become
grey sky
more white actually
covering the blue
with layers of invisibility
just as
the blueprint of every life
on certain days
disappear
sometimes behind clouds
sometimes in mist
sometimes in sadness
sometimes in joy
there are many ways
to get lost
and just as many
to find back to oneself