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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

tender light

reminding

that it is time to open the shutters

of the heart

fear should never be

determining

as tempting as it can appear

to abandon oneself into its tender embrace

always waiting

always giving the attention

that in times is to be found

nowhere else

but fear has many faces

and fear of being fearsome

is one of them

everyone has their own rhythm

and to respect ones particular score

can never be fearsome

no matter how it might look or sound

from other perspectives