And so it begins. Day 2. Where is the great concealment?

Eyes open, wide awake
Body feels like a plank
Not a muscle trying hard
To contract, to expand
To function, to move.

Stomach churning out,
twisting here, there, everywhere
as if being pulled from inside out.

Braided in such an extraordinary way.

A deep breath
Briefly erases
Transient time soon
Returns it.

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The clock quivers in the cold night. The rain drenches the leaves and the flowers on the garden.

Rich darkness surrounds you. A flash of lightning and the deafening peal of thunder.

Can't you see? The rain is crying for you.

You believe that it will get better. The rain will stop, an arc of light will splash the sky with colors, butterflies and bees ( Read more... )