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wind

generous wind

chasing the first dead leaves

chasing everything

that is no longer meant

to be

in a tender caress

of destiny

there is a constant anxiousness

someone will see through

the layers of opacity

spun around

the most intimate longings

of the heart

of the one

who were never given the comfort

to explore their longings

while protected by unconditional love

but once they surface

under that shelter

all there is to discover is

that love is indeed

our essence

another day

another chapter

another step

into

another dimension

the connection between body

and brain

is not yet stable

but stabilising

with days

where everything seems hopeless

and days

where everything feels possible

being out of step

trying to peer

what is the purpose

trying to hide

the actual state

seeking in the firmament

covered with stars

for some kind of sense

a leading star

showing the way

towards everlasting

light

it is positive

there is an ebullition of joy

running underneath the surface

it might be

that our world is ruled by darkness

but this does not

in any way

prevent us from bringing

joy to the surface

darkness has gained

in again

on daylight

rain is silently falling

profound changes

are reaching the surface

behaviours that were never questioned

brought into light

certain circumstances

can never be the same again

and holding on to

what was lost

is living life

in constant pain

liberation

of festered feelings

composted somewhere in the system

into the final transformation

where every shadow of the original form

has been broken down

into molecules of nourishment

ready to serve

a whole different

purpose

a most astonishing

stratified sunrise

weaving gold generously

into an impatient heart

allowing another day to pass

without untempered outbursts

of emotional overload

while showers of rain

is washing

the heat and the dust

off the world

fascinating

how just the sensation of being late

is shaping the brain

guiding the mind into shortcuts

that are only losing sense

and thereby missing the essence

as if this fear of

being late

is enough to assure

we are never on time

anywhere

the grass is turning

green again

but not necessarily more

on the other side

as the other side slowly withdraw

into an awareness

that every other side

is the same

as long

as nothing is

settled within