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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
a certain sort of transparency
no one can see through
a subtle light
a peaceful heart
a soft body
slowly giving in to its condition
a silent mind
not a wind
only birds disturbing the quietude
and while a golden sky towards east
is illuminating the world in glorious light
there is still suffering to be suffered
still beauty
to be revealed
there are moments
where one better sit quietly
and take in
what comes
take in
every layer
every dimension
of that specific moment
no matter
what it is made of
the light is red and tender
of the rising morning sun
colouring the trunk of the pine
into a column of fire
the meadow below is quietly receiving the day
the grass growing wild into a tenderness
no tended lawn can procure
a blackbird is looking for nourishment
the lizards are still asleep
as the first swift of the day announce
a subtle state
of harmony
the grace
of living
according to the pace
of tides
of shifting moons
of too many days
without a single drop
of rain
the grace
of observing
the pulse of the universe
echoing in the pulse
of the individual heart
when the collapse
one has always feared
is behind
there is nothing more
to fear
which does not necessarily make worries
disappear
but no longer allows
the smallest obstacle
to become insurmountable
just another task
to resolve