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autumn is the time of year

where the tender blue of the sky

is opening towards subtle insights

of immense depths

scattering every illusion

spun around the heart

to protect it from its own frail dependence

of that particular impulse called

life

that no science has yet found

a way to grasp

walking through layers of disillusion can seem painful

discouraging

even absurd

but the tender blue sky is there to remind us

that on the other side of darkness

light is impatient to return

when dreams reveals

what the woken consciousness refuses to see

by invoking a parallel story

without involving personal issues

what has seemed insoluble

vanishes into the obvious

allowing the heart to wake up

smiling

savouring the subtle flavour of a kind of freedom

no one can ever revoke

when the quietude of an early morning, is reflected in the mind

something peaceful is growing

silently

modest in all its expressions

and yet with an intense presence it is impossible to ignore

not, that there is any wish to ignore it

but the mystery is enveloped in the wonder

that the intensity of this very presence is assimilated

even when

consciousness is occupied in patterns

that is taking it elsewhere

allowing peace to reach

beyond

sleeplessness

unpredictable as always

and as always coming back

when sleep seems more needed than usual

to keep balance throughout the day

clouds have gathered in the sky

keeping the crispness at bay

that announced the autumn last night

in yet a different way

even with the warm and sunny moments

that blesses these late summer days

is it impossible to deny the obvious

that autumn has come to stay

the whole question is how to receive it

since it is not an option, to slip away

space

from within

is a profound transformation

when life has been spent

suppressing

not conscious of what

just suppressing

to make sure

no one could ever distinguish

the hidden corners of the soul

least of all

ourselves

one cannot force the soul to surface

but through the alchemy of unconditional love

one can let the space grow from within

which allows the soul to unfold

and every hidden corner of it

to illuminate our lives

silence

all the way into the thoughts

though it does not mean

they are in peace

just as the deep silence of nature

does not seems to calm

the rushing world

who does not seem to mind

any change of season

any change of mood

any change that could reveal

that vulnerability too is a necessity

for the survival

of the species

darkness is closing in on us again

the nights are slowly growing longer

and this ancestral fear

of whether we will make it through the winter

is moving its tale in the corner

where it slept so innocently all summer

as if nothing could ever harm us again

it is not a dangerous beast

this fear of ours

just an animal that sometimes gets hungry

and need some tender affection

to stay cornered

a pure product

of our minds

which is to be taken serious as such

but never to be given a power

it cannot administrate without destroying

unless we wish to live

in the tyranny of fear

there is a certain kindness in the air this morning

where the sunrise steadily enchant the world

with its graceful beauty

day after day

as if nothing had happened

nor changed

and yet

nothing is

ever the same

underneath the kindness

is running a river of apprehensions

not

that there is anything particular to apprehend

but as the simple consequence

of an old habit

may the day

let its kindness embrace

the river of habits

and allow it to run

into the ocean of love

to wake up with a smile in your heart

is a blessing

that is all to easily

being taken for granted

the stars withdraw silently in favour of the sun

and there is not a single cloud on the horizon

even if the body aches

from the heaviness of yesterday

the mind seems eager to believe

that heaviness will never again

be able to catch up on you

and yet

experience tells us

that the cycle of the moon

the cycle of seasons

the great wheel of life and death

shall bring us through darkness again

and again

and that this too

is a blessing

to break the order of the routine

can also be considered

a kind of freedom

even if

it leaves both body and mind

in pure panic

to loosen its structure

believed to be the essence

that is holding it all together

but maybe this breakdown

is what is needed to discover

that the true essence

of everyone of us

is love !