tenderness
enveloping old scars
in soft light
not to push them open
but only
to remind about their presence
reminding that
repetition is not always a sin
but sometimes only a tender expression of
not yet entirely assimilated
wisdom

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tenderness
enveloping old scars
in soft light
not to push them open
but only
to remind about their presence
reminding that
repetition is not always a sin
but sometimes only a tender expression of
not yet entirely assimilated
wisdom
there is indeed
joy to be found
in every task
done
in its proper time
heavy rain
and thunder
tearing a part
the sky
opening into realities
that had so far been covered
by education
allowing what was taught to be wrong
to become
the sky falling open
into cloudburst
pouring the maximum of water
in the minimum of time
washing away human efforts
as were they worthless
useless
superficial
compared to a deeper balance
of life
the resonance of a word
can sometimes evoke
a feeling
opposite
to its meaning
procrastination can sometimes be
an awaiting of
the proper moment
for action to be
looking out
into the world
through clean windows
can be
revealing
the smell of blossoming irises
enrapturing
the sound of early birds
enchanting
the touch of soft skin
liberating
the taste of life itself
delivering
another discreet sunrise
another week
another day
how essential discretion can be
on powerful days
not to be confused
with holding back the light we are given
a discrete sunrise
is still a sunrise
just as the sun is still there
behind the clouds
light all over
golden morning light
red evening light
glorious inner light
filling bones and hearts
with lightness
a closed no
can be
a heart breaking experience
where a changed attitude
can open
a closed heart
closing circles
walking rounds
inhabiting another territory
of the soul