AT THE CROSSROADS – AWAKENING OF THE SOUL

it is raining
this time i will not go so that water rinses me
every drop now takes me
i avoid
i turn away
what is lost is even more precious
you cannot go back
it is hard to go further
to stand still for a moment
to not change anything
the hours pass, days go by
kind of get up
kind of food
kind of silence
kind of fields
kind of peace
i am kind of
banned
extended gestures
a touch not to be touched
words not to be listened to
visions not for the eyes
in stillness
i look at them passing
in peace
cradled
on the crossroads
anything that could affect
it is maybe not you
yes she waits
the raindrops pulsate
the leaves rustle
she imagines the answers
there are thousands of them
they circulate in the moments
the moments are nothing and last
and she lasts in them
dancing leaves
she stands in them