vaults of sadness
opening inside
emerging
still emerging
to the surface
every time space is being cleared
to cultivate new dreams
maintaining the wheel of illusions
in its endless circuit of
sadness and exaltation
first
generous rain
and abundant song of birds
celebrating
water
as spring
with an eager
as was it occurring
for the first time
prey
being prey to
definitions of
a limited
understanding
is an unending
nightmare
against
awakening into the awareness
of no apparent change
though against every appearance
nothing can ever be
the same again
meek
rising into
the realm of love
where forgiveness holds
the unbearable
in the meekly suffering of
a reverently wondering heart
wake
waking while
truth becomes
clarity
to nourish
the wisdom of
charity
toil
when panic arrives
where peace was expected
and all the efforts seem to be
toil in vain
it might be time
to pose for a moment
contemplating
what is always
fulfilled
bending
mild rain
on a morning of grey
softening the surface
of a thirsty soil
meddling
while not being asked
is a misunderstanding
in the sacred task of
bending low
for love
asking
asking for forgiveness
only make sense
when the full dimension of
the fault committed
has been discerned
and the intention
to misbehave no more
is sincere
disentanglement
a sunrise of
promises and hope
illuminating entangled emotions
which cannot be
disentangled by understanding
but
by love alone