traveling back
to the source
of an intimate conviction
only to discover that
nothing is
as it was
understood back in time
exploring with the wish to heal
rather than the wish to understand
is in itself
a different appeal

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traveling back
to the source
of an intimate conviction
only to discover that
nothing is
as it was
understood back in time
exploring with the wish to heal
rather than the wish to understand
is in itself
a different appeal
giving in
to the moment
no longer holding up
an illusion of
perfection
where no perfection is
to be found
releasing a whole long life of
anxiety
in one single breath
can be a surprising experience
for the mind
oxygenising every cell in a manner
so far
unknown to the body
staying with the mood
even when the mood is
neither flattering
nor pleasant
not to let it rule
nor to let it spoil
only to give it
the exact amount of attention
for it to dissolve
finding our place
in time and space
might less be
a question of making
than a question of receiving
what is already
and pass it on
being run down by fear
under the rain
while trying to run away
from both
is pointless
and with no point
no focus
whereas love is always around
as long as an eye
is kept on it
receiving unworthiness
with soft tenderness
and a cup of tea
might be
a new way to greet
an old friend
gaining awareness of having entered
the underworld of the underworld
where no shadow of grievous sadness
can reach
is in its own mysterious way
a tender relief
being able to respond to
the unexpected
might be a step into
the vastness of freedom
surrendering to the call
also while
the call is not
of any glory
but a peace so subtle
it can easily pass
unnoticed