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cascades of moonlight
falling into
the vaults of the soul
revealing to the inner eye
a different structure
than is ever to be perceived
in daylight
a lonesome animal
breaking through the underwoods
a broken silence by a barking dog
a silent moment
of eternity
in time
covered by
cascades of moonlight
in the night
mist is covering the world
after a duck came to pay visit
for the first time this year
yesterday
the lizards seems to have all lost their tale
to the winter
and time to unfold
into eternity
butterflies
and bumblebees
are celebrating the return
of warm light
and soft winds
no longer chasing dead leaves
but caressing every bud
encouraging every tiny sprout not to lose faith
when they reach the surface
just because all that light
seems so utterly overwhelming
after a life in darkness
an owl is singing its lullaby
as the sun is rising
telling the world something
which is urgently important
for this particular day
to be in harmony
that love without desire is not less love
just another dimension
even small miracles
are not less miraculous
erasing the last shadow of doubt
left behind by old wounds
and sensitive scars
protected by soft clouds
keeping the light out
till the germ has grown strong enough
to break through darkness
how to keep faith
when permanently being told
one is wrong
is a question that has only one answer :
faith
as long as doubt is given the front seat
it is only normal
that the world is challenging the believer
being in a safe place
is being beyond
doubt
being in a safe place
is indeed
a precious place to be
since safe places is
where wisdom grows
not to confuse with comfort
which is
strangely enough
as contradictory as it might seems
mostly a cause for pain
to stay
the stars are out
again
the darkness withdrawing in front of the growing light
growing deeper
into the hidden layers of the mind
that so wishes
to carry out judgement
and decide
what is good or bad
right or wrong
in order to stay in its illusion
of innocence
frost is covering the landscape
birds are singing
and the world is turning a little bit more green
every day
not just green
but the most powerful and yet tender
green
so potent with hope
it is almost difficult for the eyes
to watch it
whereas the heart
can never have
enough of it
there are two poles of personalities
those who live by taking pleasure
and those who live by giving it
and then there are all the personalities
with a different blend of the two
one does not seem to be better than the other
it is just different qualities
calling for different destinies
all longing
to be whole