being perfect
is not worth striving for
rather a mercy
we are given
while everything falls
into its proper place

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being perfect
is not worth striving for
rather a mercy
we are given
while everything falls
into its proper place
carrying the past
in order to avoid
future pain
is just like escaping into the future
in order to avoid the past
preventing the present from
unfolding
no words are to be found
while the wind is stirring
the waters
and transparency temporarily gone
insisting might be nothing but
a waste of time
stirring up the waters
and all clarity seems gone
though only to
let new facets become
visible
once the opacity has done
what it was there
to perform
no longer focusing
on the hurt
but on the healing
life is suddenly opening
where it seemed to be
closing
though
without focusing on the hurt
in the outset
that pass could not have been
reached
when the urge to dissociate
is replaced
by the awareness of
belonging
peace can begin
to settle
when what was blocked
is suddenly running free
there might be
a spontaneous
overflow
it can be more appropriate
to ask
what might be the others proper need
than to take responsibility
for a presumption
when life becomes
a celebration
of love
every obstacle can be met
as an invitation
to reach beyond
our boundaries
misty morning
mysteriously merging
with a merciful mind
mending brokenness
into clarity
beyond