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the last new moon of winter
is being celebrated by the wind
whispering how there is less reason than ever
at this time of the year
to rush
though eagerness is pushing under the skin
as seeds are pushing
under the surface
there is still a time for everything
being overly ambitious
is poisoning the blood
stimulating
like every other drug
to the point
where exhaustion sets in
and a general collapse
is the only answer
to every cerebral impulse
wind is chasing the grief
left behind by a life lived
overly ambitious
and out of reality
there is always
a new beginning
possible
brutality
as a consequence of too much pleasing
having suppressed for too long
what was not only supposed to be released
but damaging to hold in
how sad it was taught to be so
in the first place
the more since
no one seems to be aware
about the teaching
running through the shadows
of heritage
crows are complaining about something
while the joyful choir of smaller birds
are singing grace for the day
to emphasise the danger
in identifying with moods
the rain that was believed to last for the day
yesterday
finally evaporated and left a blue sky
with golden sunshine
awakening every little seed of love
in the deepest of hearts
identifying with the mood
is a dangerous game to play
but denying it
is not necessarily the solution either
it is to be observed
just like the weather
and taken into account
just like the weather
it is defining the surface
but never the essence
today is rain
the sharp and golden light
so particular for the winter
revealing every detail
for the eye that sees
is illuminating the bareness
between two showers
of rain
or tears
by observing carefully
while the structure is visible
it occurs
that every tree is individual
even if
part of the forest
reaching the end
of patience
might be a good thing
for the one
for whom patience has become
the most comfortable way
to escape responsibility
the wind is back
chasing the last dead leaves left behind
and the particular softness
which announces
that spring is about to emerge
chasing the veils
that has covered the obvious
for too long
a peaceful awakening
into another state
as the moon disappear silently behind clouds
and naked trees
and the birds sing in a somehow less eager
but more confident manner
as if they know by now, that spring is coming
that there is no reason to hurry
rather every reason in the world
to prepare
and make sure they will be ready to receive
spring
when it arrives
observations
being all too obvious
are disturbing the peace of mind
as every cell shrink back into the state of survival
that has for so long been considered
to be normal
to be the only possible way
there is a golden tenderness in the dawn
not to omit
in the accounts
there is a whole
and there are fragments
there is a perspective to be chosen
as there might be a different way
to discover