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wind and rain

and winter

in a landscape where every colour seems to be

effaced into nuances

where grey is the dominant

where shadows flutters

where ghost from the past

no longer see the difference between now and then

and walk around in the corridors of the mind

believing they are free

not realising how

they are if anything

more than at any other time of the year

in danger of becoming homeless

since hibernation

is the most adequate time of year

to overcome darkness

and its memories

by the shine of the inner light

when a heart begins to breath

freely

after years and years of imprisonment

a certain dizziness is to be felt

at each respiration

especially when the headmaster of the prison

is the mind of the very body

sustaining the vital organ

heavy winds are sweeping the world

while the moon shines bright

whipping of the chains of nature

to gain freedom of soul

endless moonlight

falling in cascades

through the naked trees

opening towards

a different kind of clarity

where insights gain surgical precision

where balance is found

between the invisible

and the seen

rain

heavy falling

steady rain

while the moon is preparing its fullness

somewhere behind the clouds

while something is preparing

deep in the soul

for its fullness

to shine bright

out in the light

something in the size of a seed

with the potential of a tree written into it

rain

heavy falling

steady rain

nourishing all sorts of seeds

out of balance

but in power

is not a good place to be

especially not

since power can so easily engender

the illusion of being in control

though being out of balance

but in control

can be directly dangerous

for the person concerned

as for all the people

depending

and the beauty of the moon

in a cloudless night

loses its impact

as the tides have no importance

when we are out of balance

but in power

of control

the moon is out

reflecting upon the winterly landscape

in the inner

as in the outer world

haunted by wind

chasing memories

as if summer was to be found

just around

every corner

but nothing is to be found

while winter last

rest is to be given

to awaken and prepare

deep in the core of every seed

the germ of life

that unfold by its own strive

when time is

to unfold

dreams intertwining past and present

in a winter barren landscape

where rain and wind is pushing up

old wounds

may there be love enough to heal them

may there be wisdom to receive the unpleasant memories on the surface of consciousness

in order to let cure balm the destructive patterns

that has been created there to avoid them

may the darkness of winter

allow shadows to dissolve in the night

while light

is silently growing stronger

in the broken heart

healing what was considered

incurable

clarity unveiling the night

revealing innumerable numbers of stars

shining bright

showing innumerable numbers of ways

for every searching soul

pondering truth

into a secret code

every individual has to break

by their given talents

to find that subtle state

where soul can unfold

a silent rain

is appeasing

the unbearable silence

stirring up an indistinguishable noise

inside the brain

inside the heart

inside every organ

sensitive enough

to register the overwhelming sound

of undefined silence

sparkling expectations

for what could seem

a completely ordinary day

for what is

a completely ordinary day

and yet

the mind is awakening into falling stars

and a state of joyful expectations

announcing delight

where all there is to see outside the window

is a dense, winter fog