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greeted by a lonesome fox

inspecting yesterdays work

under a clear blue sky

looking satisfied with what has been done

pleased with the circumstances which

despite the poor state the fox is in

seems to please him

there is something in this place

reaching beyond the actual state

sometimes more present than others

but always there

quietly running below

even the most insistent of droughts

nourishing the deeper layers

of life

awakening from far away

in the land of peaceful dreams

into a minefield of emotions

all ready to blow into explosion

by the slightest misstep

wishing only to return

to the land of peaceful dreams

where no pain

reigns

yet vaults after vault of despair

seems to unfold by every step

away from the land of peaceful dreams

fear has caught up with every member of the body

the brain in a state of constant alert

until

an inspiration to stop for a second

before the first bomb blows

falls into consciousness

like a tender embrace of a mother’s arms

closing the eyes

to walk inwards

bringing what is left behind

from the passage through the land of peaceful dreams

to the surface

observing with wonder

the enfoldment of silent light

awakening into an overheated brain

and old behavioural patterns

seems more than anything

than awaking into a nightmare

with the growing darkness

devouring a few minutes of daylight

every day

while nature is shrinking

under the drought

pushing even the most hidden vulnerabilities

to the surface

it seems merciless

and endless

but what should not be underrated

is the drying out

of old wounds

only leaving

marks of immaculate beauty

behind

the re-education of minds

is a meticulous work

perhaps underestimated

perhaps a waste of time

for someone

wishing to live

from the heart

flooded by undigested impressions

coming to the surface

from somewhere in the intestines

of the mind

where they have been stored

unknowingly

waiting for the proper moment

to be looked at

the nausea is as real

as any intangible nausea can be

and somehow

it makes no sense to dissect the content of the memories

they are all in pieces

fragments of experiences

that can no longer become whole

no longer tell

a proper story

maybe all there is to do

is to let it surface

in order to leave it behind

liberating space for a proper life

to be lived

from the guts

a silent summer breeze

whispering in the trees

bringing to the surface memories

that has so thoroughly been suppressed

despite the daily price to pay

of an exhausted body

and an overheated brain

a silent summer breeze

whispering in the trees

reminding the attentive one

that it is not by denying the pain

and suppressing its feelings

that joy finds the way

to our hearts

what a strange night

full of radical changes

in the fields of the mind

changes of constellation

invisible to the world

and so very consequent

to the one

who is

even if silently

exploring

the multiple layers of

what cannot be seen

a buzzard’s cry to the morning

tearing the silence

and a very blue sky

over the treetops

illuminated by golden

morning light

the echo inside

reflects the vast space of silence

left behind by a difficult day

waking up into severe pain

even if only emotional

is not a pleasant place to be

what the only is supposed to mean

in the hierarchy of values

is half the pain already

only meaning

that emotional pain

is to be considered

a lesser pain

since it is only taking place in the mind

but emotional pain

can be

as nauseating

and as paralysing

as any physical pain

and the only

only shows

a considerable lack of compassion

no matter whether the only

is to be found

inside the brain of the suffering in person

or inside the brain

of the surroundings

a long nights sleep

can also be an invitation

for the phantoms of the mind

to celebrate

they are there

invisible and omnipresent

with no possibility to be silenced

before they have delivered their message

rarely in a lenient manner

mostly pushing up old wounds

as to remind us

that they never healed

once the party is over

and morning dawns

there Is no other choice

than beginning to complete

the work that was left undone

no matter how long time

ago