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clouds are covering the sky
and the pigeons seem to finally discover
the corn that has been placed
a few meters away from their usual feeding
the mystery of human behaviours
is revealed in nature
but most of the time we hold on to
what we wish to see
unable to embrace
what is
just in front of our eyes
a golden sunrise
blessing
another beautiful day
another sunrise
dawning in a golden heart
that has
for too long
been grasped in cramps
out of fear
for its own
light
there are mornings indeed
where the past spins its web all over the mind
there are mornings
where dreams about the future
sparkles in an impatient heart
but there are mornings too
where the morningstar is smiling above treetops
and life seems
a blank sheet of paper
a tale
only waiting for
to be written
dreams
revealing truths
one have no wish to commit to
since a different story
has been told in the mind
to keep reality
at bay
there is not a single cloud on the sky
no excuse for not seeing
what is to be seen
and taken into account
how shameful it might be
unflattering to the understanding of
who we are
liberating for the soul
the morningstar was to be found
above the treetops
while a single cloud
created perspective
on a luminous sky
of the rising sun
leaving a scenery
for the romantic heart
to indulge
proceeding with the revelation
in such a gentle manner
that even a scattered mind
is able to find peace with
what is being revealed
for the second day in a row
a tender blue butterfly
calls blessings to the eye
the days seems to merge
and the rhythm of the heart
to change
while the weeks resembles
more than ever
revealing what is underneath the surface
to our liking
or not
three drops of rain
was all there came
in a world so dry
that nature is beginning to adapt
with subtle
almost invisible changes
allowing needs and cravings
to find new sources
of nourishment
in order to survive
differently
but not less beautifully
wondering
how
all the best of intentions
seems to end
in dead ends
living through the mind
only
is as sterile
as living through the body
only
is destructive
the power of exhaustion is overwhelming
but nothing compared to the power
of a newborn desire
to live
there is no longer any doubt
the world is covered in green
and the most surprising about such considerable change is
how easily the eye
get used to it
take it for granted
forgets
how it was longing
not more than a week ago
towards the valleys and hilltops
of a world
covered in green
now it is there
and the mind is setting out for different valleys
and distant hilltops
to long for
an enormous moon is hiding behind the trees
hardly visible through the crisp leaves
but visible enough to cast joy in an eager heart
awakening to a whole new life
after what could so easily be considered
a too long sleep
where to begin
is the question arising with the awakening soul
in order to seize life
as a whole
strangely enough it seems
that the best place to begin
is by going back to sleep