Author: nanna

keeping balance

in a torrent of love

takes

both

strength

and courage

and endurance

and perseverance

and cautiousness

and discipline

and obedience

there might not be

any other way

to heal

a wound

of the mind

than by entering it anew

bringing love

and forgiveness

to what caused it

yet

the mind is made in a manner

where

it will do anything

possible

in order to avoid

ever

touching it

again

fear coming to the surface

not the foam of anxiety

which have been ruling the mind

for so long

since fear was never acknowledged

for what it was

but proper fear

fear in its pure form

ancestral fear

which is always there

for a reason

and once

that reason is

acknowledged

and fear accepted

for what it is

freedom settles in

not as a consequence of reasoning

but

as a consequence of love

standing upright

in a torrent of love

takes

contrary to what

one could believe

not strength

nor courage

nor endurance

nor perseverance

nor cautiousness

nor discipline

nor obedience

it takes one little

simple

thing

and all the rest

follows

in a natural flow

of presence

that one little thing

being

faith

touching the state of the mind

where

no perversion can take place

where

everything is somehow pure

in a magnetic field of luminosity

is

an experience of

tender grace

one can but aim to make

endure

the tide of ambitions

rolling onto the shore

with all the criteria

of success

rushing to be met

where nothing is asked

but

presence

being able to be

quiet

long enough

for grace to fill

the landscape

left behind

by an inundation of

discouragement

asking forgiveness

for our failures

at the authority

who truly has the power

to forgive

before

unhappiness

turns into

culpability

while a single bird

is tearing the morning silence

and a new day breaks

into

surrender

receiving a horizontal rejection

meaning

it is running on the timeline

without necessarily touching

the eternal

and not feeling rejected

leaves a sentiment of

an unfathomable blessing

full moon

exploding lies

leaving room

for love to be poured

into the heart