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mysterious mists

are revealing

mysterious minds

while the world is protected by

impenetrability

while the map of the stars are lost

and all there is to follow

is the flame of the inner light

however timid it might be

about being met

in ones reality

and thereby gain freedom

to take full responsibility

for carrying it into the world

the stars are out again

and cold has turned into frost

covering the world in a transparent veil

enchanting grey into whiteness

all to be whipped away by the sun

revealing the autumn colours

in their brightest

meeting the world

in its reality

letting it unfold

to the fullest potential

of every given moment

cold is seizing the world

and the stars are out

there is a riddle to be solved

a task to be completed

there is a lesson to be learned

a teaching to be received

there are questions to be asked

answers to be revealed

there is a path to walk

and a day to live

tears

innumerable tears

endless tears

running soft and warm over the cheek

like a caress

dense with tenderness

releasing pain

which has forgotten its origin

but still rest

inside the nucleus of every cell

of the body

innumerable tears

endless tears

liberating tears

bringing peace to the core

of the soul

talking too much

or saying more than is needed

is also a kind of addiction

and just like any other dependence

it is creating confusion

where clarity is needed

talking too much

or saying more than is needed

to escape the truth of silence

where every responsibility taken

is carried with grace

inertia as a virtue

protecting and nurturing

deeper layers

of what is not yet visible to the bare eye

stars walking in an out

islands of clouds

while the night is growing longer

and longer

in between showers of rain

a golden ray of light

is drawing the contours of the almost naked trees

revealing the beauty

of structure

the whisper of the wind

is carrying long forgotten stories

to the subtle ear

of long forgotten dreams

which were drowned under the weight

of fear

paralysed by hurt

haunted by pride

and chased by the lack of trust

every suffering heart

is submitted to

whether or not

there is consciousness involved

the whisper of the wind

is carrying long forgotten stories

may courage occur in the depth of hearts

to listen

to walk the path we are being given

even when there is no glory

nor wealth

nor any other tangible manifestation

of reward

to keep on walking

simply because

it is the path

we are being given

and there will be no other path

more harmonious for us to walk

as long as we refuse to see

what we are being given

and who we are

almost all leaves have fallen

covering the soil in gold

only a few trees are still carrying

their autumnal gowns

standing at the verge of the forest

lightening like torches

to celebrate the last ball

before winterly nakedness is all there is left

beautiful nakedness

revealing their strength and structure

but naked

in utmost strength

and utmost vulnerability

above it all

the new moon

is soon beginning to grow

slightly dislocated

not to say

entirely

in between

two dimensions

of opposite realities

the clouds are low

in the distance the sound of an owl

on foreign territory

there seems to be no urge

to wake up to a world

out of balance