peace again
this sort of inner peace
where everything moves in harmonious circles
despite the wind
whirling
the movements of the long soft grass
in the sun
are mild again
the touch of the skin
vulnerable
and soft
cleansing
rain again
summer rain
washing away the dust
of heat and drought
washing away the dust
of stagnated emotions
brought into movements
by floods of tears
rain again
summer rain
suspense
being a burden
is not a good place
to begin
it twists the mind
into biased understandings of
what life is
rain has refreshed the dryness
but not enough to nourish the soil
suspense between realities
of what was
and what is
to come
circumference
broken trust
is a heavy burden
to live with
the more
that most of the time
no one can see
nor sense
in any other ways
the circumference of the wound
it is the invisible wounds it takes the longer to heal
but this does not make it less important
to heal them
burns
how the sight of clouds
even when they carry no rain
can become a relief
keeping the sun at bay
protecting the surface against scorches
while the world accustom
to another state
and leaves time for healing
to occur
pigeons
pigeons are circling
in endless search for grains
in endless fear for whoever might come
and chase them
there is no peaceful moment
of tender gazing
on wide horizons
there is no silent gliding
with broadened wings
on the buoyancy of air
but the grace of the pigeons flight
is their own
no one can take it away from them
despite
yet another new beginning
dawning in the back of the mind
where darkness is still ruling
a great majority of time
yet another beautiful day
where a soft wind is increasing
with great elegance
the drought
yet another solution to be found
finding ways across droughts and darkness
without losing the sight
of the soul
transluence
a certain sort of transparency
no one can see through
a subtle light
a peaceful heart
a soft body
slowly giving in to its condition
a silent mind
continuum
not a wind
only birds disturbing the quietude
and while a golden sky towards east
is illuminating the world in glorious light
there is still suffering to be suffered
still beauty
to be revealed
quietly
there are moments
where one better sit quietly
and take in
what comes
take in
every layer
every dimension
of that specific moment
no matter
what it is made of