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no more regrets

no more wondering

how things could have been

different

no more longings for a past

long gone

nor for a future

that never came

about being met

in who we are

peacefully

harmoniously

in no way

dramatically

not in how we try to be

nor how we wish to be

but silently in

the most subtle core

of our purpose

slowly unfolding

into the greatest mystery

of all

too many thoughts

can also engender

a kind of silence

when not a single one of them

seems worthy to be expressed

though it might not be a question

of worthiness

but rather whether one wish

to nourish all the layers of a thought

and thereby deliver the consequences

puzzled

by the changes

that is inevitable

occurring

like a plant observing

its leaves unfold

into a dimension

it was not necessarily aware of

being its potential

and yet

something in it

have had the faith

to strive

somehow restless

and unsettled

despite a good night’s sleep

irritable

for no apparent reason

other than the constant changing weather

from rain to sun in a single breath

from despair to hope

more swiftly

than the mind is able to grasp

but maybe there is nothing to grasp

only a breath to be breathed

a life to be lived

silent falling steady rain

not in anyway uncomfortable

or unpleasant

nor tapping on the nerves

just silent falling steady rain

in a continued caress

of deeper layers

nourishing the underworld

of forgotten dreams

about the silent falling steady being

in this world

farewells to the past

weaved into dreams

of sleep coming to its end

caught between sadness

of all that is being left behind

and the curiosity of the unknown

ahead

with a part of the mind still clinging to old patterns

for the simple reason that new ones have not been revealed

yet

though the potential is finally visible

ready to be seized

there is no longer any doubt

the light is back

spreading tenderness over the world

as yet another invitation

to fulfilment

how to be

a quiet forest lake

reflecting the glittering sun in the summer heat

absorbing the rain

allowing the storm to brush the surface

letting frost create

a different layer of protection

without never losing the profound stillness

of a quiet forest lake