soft silent solitude
while the birds are sounding
serenades
summoning light
to return
slipping into the heart of a solitary soul
a golden ray of hope

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soft silent solitude
while the birds are sounding
serenades
summoning light
to return
slipping into the heart of a solitary soul
a golden ray of hope
allowing oneself to be
humiliated
has nothing to do with
learning how to be humble
though learning how to be humble
after years of humiliation
might dissolve
the yoke of shame
silent falling rain
as the light softly return
and every subtle grain
slowly begin to yearn
describing the world
through genuine caring and loving tenderness
rather than judgmental condemnation
flattering lies
or plain denial
takes regular practice
until the shift occurs
where describing the world
through anything but genuine caring and loving tenderness
feels awkward
and unnatural
surrendering
is an art
and as with every art
mastering it
takes practice
fever running through the blood
liberating every cell
for whatever waste
had stagnated
leaving space
for freedom to
expand
holding others responsible
for our own shortcomings
may be a comfort
at the outset
though it is rather an obstacle
with time
by the dissolution of
the meaning of
the word
every structure begins
to crumble
when silence becomes
the only way of communication possible
it does not necessarily mean
that everything has been said
it could also signify that
what was not possible to articulate
so far
can find its own expression
after an inner state of
emergency
perhaps even survival
finding peace
seems initially
if not unreel
then unnatural