when every sense of
purpose and responsibility
are neglected to satisfy
a personal desire
nothing truthful thrives
needed
what a grace
to receive
the help needed
at the proper time
what a grace being able to
accept
that the proper time
might not be always
on us
to decide
telling
heavy grey
strong wind
disconcerting dreams
telling
that care can be lost
while giving in
as love vanishes
under any sort of
criticism
arid
reaching the end
of a long stay
in the desert
of solitude
where everything
is arid
where life at times
seems barren
yet
so much is
alive
falling into
falling into
oneself
after having been
trying to escape
one’s shadow
might be disconcerting
for most of us
though what a grace
to embrace
the whole of
who we are
blind
being blind
yet
able to see
can sometimes be
an awkward position
in which to be
in between worlds
of glory
and realities of misery
distraught
not knowing how
to make it
through the day
despite
all the means
one could wish for
can be debilitatingly
distraught
waking
waking up
to panic
for no apparent reason
spending a good part
of the day
to find peace
can also be considered
an exercise
to discern the essential
though
what a grace
when suddenly
waking up
with a smile
well intentioned
deciding
what is right
and wrong
for others
without respecting
what is right
and wrong
for ourselves
can be abuse
of power
as well intentioned
as it might
be
opportunity
no longer taking
everything
personally
might be
an opportunity to face
oneself
facing oneself
an opportunity to face
the world
facing the world
an opportunity to receive
what is beyond