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not a sound

not a wind

only silence

and the moon

behind a veil of transparent clouds

kissing the world goodbye

with the soft

colourless reflection

preparing for the awakening

into a new dimension

of light

there is a gracious

full

moon

sailing in the see of stars

covering in silver

the fallen leaves

glittery after the rain

the wind is present

even if

there are no clouds to chase

and yesterday

a heron came

to carry grace

as a blessing

for another tale

to be written

what a wonderful feeling

anger can be

when recognised

and liberated consciously

into the alchemy of heart

transforming old wounds

into pure essence

of love

a silent wind is whispering

secrets into the dawn

not strong enough to tear of leaves

but just strong enough

to play graciously with those

who are ripe and ready

to let go

of what was their former identity

floating silently on the air of secrets

in a slow fall

towards

transformation

recognising an emotion

does not necessarily mean

giving in to it

a silent, subtle rain

runs behind the melody

of a late owl

singing the night out

to welcome a silent subtle day

where emotions are to be put in order

like clothing in a closet

folded neatly

and decided upon

whether or not

it has any need

To be

a night of wake

over the body of a dead dream

as for every illusion

there is the silent sadness

of losing the idea

that the mind identified with

as there is this subtle relief

felt by every person

being given the grace

to breath slightly more freely

and real

last night the moon was out

and this morning

the belt of orion shine bright over the treetops

even if

a thin layer of clouds

is covering the sky

there is a certain kindness in the air

even if

the cold is setting in

and rough rains do what they can

to discourage

the most cheerful of souls

there is always hope

even if

heavy

steady

falling rain

has its own beauty

and beauty can have this particular quality

of appeasing a mind in turmoil

quiet dreams

talking in their own language

reminding the dreamer

of some unsettled issues

from the past

there is nothing suffocating

or violent

or threatening

it rather feels

as a caring father

asking with tenderness

if one have finished to do

all the homework

without imposing by force

or authority

the time and moment it has to be untied

just indicating

that it is still there

and need to be dissolved

for the past

to find

peace

the world is covered in gold

and the earth in golden leaves

as soon as the sun comes out

to illuminate the trees

their exquisite beauty

is thrust upon every

sensitive soul

and it is this same beauty

that allows the acceptance

of disappearance

since disappearance is

in this situation as well

just a matter of changing

appearance

every change has its own violence

and every change

its own beauty