slowly
approaching
the realm
where
no condemnation
is found
nor given
in the eternal transformation of
life
progress
a soft grey
covering
the sky
announcing
that the time
to move inwards
is approaching
gently
and there is nothing
to fear
as long as we progress
with kindness
in the more subtle layers
of who we are
sane
being prevented
from loving
is about
the saddest circumstances
to live under
and being sad
while this is
what happens
both natural
and sane
grids
beginning to observe
the underlying grid
of desire
running
in every direction
learning to be rooted in desire
without being ruled by it
learning to obey
the superposed grid
of love
wandering
being hold
in a tender
caring
firm
loving hand
might be more of a freedom
than to wander
behind
our desires
placed
when responsibility
is placed
where it belongs
and we no longer try
to accomplish
tasks
which are not ours
a quiet peace
arise
more than we can
beginning to grasp
that
no one can be
in balance
while trying to do
more than we can
being wrong
walking towards
a just as tender
as golden
sunrise
where
the sensations of
being wrong
is gently removed
layer by layer
gloom
when the gloom
is threatening
as a dark cloud
above
the compassionate light
of mercy
the path of truth
might unfold
discretely
below
our feet
momentum
finally to grasp
that
the urge to live
is nothing to be
ashamed of
rather to cherish
and treasure
as this very urge
to live
is also the momentum
rising
beyond death