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#104 Windy times
When winds sweep your mind
“The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
In the top of this windy hill
seeing mesmerizing horizon mistakes
I dig deep within my memorial tracks
realizing I’m no good at being myself
Covers unfold like tree leaves in autumn
Not renewed by Spring solstice
I suddenly stare to my reflexion
And see I’m not there.
Nature has this capacity of leading us to ourselves
Even if we don’t want to
Even If we don’t know how to
Mirroring your essence
Bringing it to light
Showing you that your shadow is dying
And it’s time for her to leave
Led by those past chantings and rituals.
It’s time.
It’s time to stop feeding the dim light
and facing up, ahead, light hearted and free
You are not what you were
you are what you imagine yourself you can be
And if this morning chose you to enlighten
How can you not answer its call of magic?
into a new day, new sights, new thoughts
it you let it unravel…
