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unrest is spreading through the veins

penetrating every cell

exploding what seemed to be

forever graved into memory

liberating a sensation

of poison running in the blood

humidity sneaking in on the bones

weighing heavily

while the wind is chasing clouds

on an endless sky

holding on to

is at the other end of

forcing

holding on to is generous

fruitful

expanding

liberating

forcing is avarice

barren

reducing

imprisoning

and yet

it is a very thin line

separating the opposites

maybe only a shift of awareness

under the rain

every new beginning

has its share of unknowns

especially when the clouds are low

over landscapes covered with frost

and the broader perspective

seems swallowed by invisible forces

strangely enough it appears

to be exactly these particles of unknown

which are essential to fulfilment

along with the capacity of every agent

to build bridges

between the known

and the full potential

clouds are weaving into the constellations of the stars

while a fox yelp in the distance

naked trees are standing

in all there lean splendour

against the rising sun

preparing for the year to come

heavy limbs

resistance running through

every vein of the body

as if blood had thickened during the night

and refused to flow freely

as if

the circulation of vital fluid

was an effort in itself

there are no advantages to be grateful for

when what is considered by the world as such

has become a hermetic prison

for the soul

crisp cold

and solemn stars

clearing the thoughts

of scoriae left behind

by the refinement of the mind

in the melting pot of darkness

where the risk of overheating

is always at hand

dreams

awakening the past

revealing to what degree

the river of memories

are nourishing the heart

and conditioning the mind

the sound of a single car

incising the morning silence

where a lonely bird

is keeping up the spirit

by greeting the light

to come

like wind playing with naked trees

caressing their lean limbs

whispering about lost glories

and new creations to unfold

impatience is playing with the mind

whispering about past glories

and new creations to unfold

like the trees

our challenge is

to stand strong

leaning into the wind without breaking

without losing ourselves in glories

never to come back

nor to identify with creations

still in gestation

but not yet mature

to be delivered

in between is the present

hardly ever appreciated

in its full dimension

the birds are resuming their task

of singing the dawn to break

timidly

but with no doubts about

what they are doing

announcing

that light is growing

summer is coming back

that nothing is ever wasted

even the darkest of dark

has its reason to be