soft sunrise
golden light
sweet silence
and a kind word
as the realm of mercy
gently
opens
inside
marrow
when the fatigue reaches
the marrow of
our bones
it most probably means
we are trying to carry
what no person was ever meant
to bear
projecting into our surroundings
the basic needs
we have come to believe
ourselves
unworthy of
henceforth
flooded by
an immense fatigue
so well known
and yet
in some ways
so very different
as the war is over
and the enemy
henceforth
to be treated
as a friend
exploited
when what we have
to give
is
on one hand
being exploited
and
on the other
being treated as if
it does not exist
the mind might get lost
in confusion
while the heart is flooded
by grief
enormous
when the changes are so small
one can barely see them
and the needs are so enormous
that the transformation of
one little butterfly
seems insignificant
it can be a challenge
to keep focus
on that one little butterfly
while
there is all the reason
to be
in awe
humble enough
becoming aware
that
all we need
is
always granted us
when only we are able
to receive
and humble enough to acknowledge
that what we need
might not be
what we want
or believe we ought
to have
convince the world
when life has taught us
for one reason
or another
that we are to convince the world
about
our truth
before we can live it
we spent our lives
in a battle
which can only be
lost
purchase
when the skill to care
has been taken
advantage of
the talent might be turned into
an urge to please
where the first thing is
about sharing love
the second is about
purchasing the illusion
of being loved
and the outcome can never be
the same
warning
when the serenity is lost
and the mind spins
in every direction
something might be
trying to warn us
that we are about
to lose
stability
lavishly
the more grounded
the more possibilities
for the invisible to expand
lavishly