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taking in

what ever comes

can seem so obvious

and be so challenging

then there are days

where what ever comes

seems to be an answer

to long forgotten dreams

revealing

that even wishes

which are beyond reach of the presence

can one day become

fulfilled

awakening to wonder

is a subtle blessing

of the deeper inner vaults

where the soul reside

silent darkness greeting

with promises that have no shape

no defined form

no precise image

just a sensation

of wonder

and hope

that wonders may continue

to cover the unknown path

ahead

soft silence

covered in mist

as a sleepwalker try to find its way

experiencing clarity inside

while veils of emotions

create layers

upon layers

of confusion

sometimes

even fear

just as mist

emotions can vanish out of the blue

but if we identify with them

we might vanish with them

or get stuck

in confusion

the silent sound of rain

dropping steadily

like sadness into a broken heart

there is not much to do

to prevent it

neither the rain

nor the braking of a heart

all we can do

is to search for shelter

in some secret corner of our consciousness

where neither rain

nor heartache

can reach us

and stay there quietly

till the rain stops

mists

mysterious mists

mildly covering the world

while a steady silent rain nourishes

the deeper layers of the ground

beneath the feet

moving through opaque veils of

mists

reflecting an inner state

of sleepwalking through the unknown

penetrated with hope

guided by faith

emanating love

debilitating pain

seizing the body

in a suffocating embrace

leaving no space for relief

the time the tide withdraw

and leave the shores of consciousness naked

exactly how painful

pain can be

is forgotten as successfully

as the pain sets in

the world around disappears

and all the mind can focus on

is how to overcome it

the wind is whispering to the moon

across layers of soft clouds

dissolving layers of pride

into rivers of belonging

running through a strangers heart

towards another strangers drought

in something as volatile

and as deep

as friendship

stars

after a whole day of rain

seems miraculous

with small white clouds

illuminated by the moonlight

turning what seemed yesterday an impenetrable mess

into vaults of insights

towards eternity

there is nothing violent about the rain

if not for the steadiness with which

it is tapping on the window frame

as if it had no intention

ever to stop again

this continuous insistence

like a nagging voice

in the back of a consciousness

telling something

we are all too aware about

but just not able

to face

crashes

silent violent crashes

inevitable

in its own way

a condition for further growth

and yet

there has been done everything to avoid it

the solitary bird is still insisting

on singing the light in

whereas the rest of the world seems

to be preparing itself for sleep

sleeping towards full recovery

after cascades of silent crashes

there is always a blessing to be found