Changing Weather

Your body doesn't know it,

But your spirit craves the touch of the rain,

The warmth of the sun and the caress of the wind.

The cold winter air feels invasive to your body in the beginning,

But once you accept it; you don't feel intruded anymore.

And once you let that cold breath embrace your body raising goosebumps throughout your flesh,

You then willingly let go of the reins of the mind and let in the breath that wants to meet your soul.

Finally; the winter breath finds it's way to meet his spirit friend,

They both immediately get together like two best friends playing on the floor and laughing with each other.<

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I realise I don't have to object the winter air,

Like I have always done before.

I just have to create enough warmth inside my body with yog and prana,

Inorder for my soul to meet her best friend.

I realise I don't have one single lover.

Even though I love summers more than the winters,

A reflection like the crack of dawn awakens in me as I realise I never saw winter like I saw summer.

Now I see,

I see the moon in the blue winter sky,

And love it as much as the magenta sun rising,

And blending the summer sky with it at the same time.