carrying light
is indeed an easy yoke
which can
for as long as one
does not feel worthy of it
seem unbearable

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carrying light
is indeed an easy yoke
which can
for as long as one
does not feel worthy of it
seem unbearable
deep restorative sleep
mending profound layers
of ruptures
in tissues
where consciousness
has not yet
reached
exploring the unknown
is a wonderful journey
also when it only happens
inside
summer scents
filling the air
after nightly rain
opening the senses
towards
softness and sensitivity
protected by responsibility
and care
being unable to express
ones limits
even more accept
not to mention knowing them
does not make one
a tolerant
even less a generous
person
it might be a weakness
which can become a strength
though only while recognised
for the weakness
it is
grasping
the softness
of an almost
midsummer morning
without losing the fleeting beauty
to greed for the everlasting
which can only be experienced
in glimpses
though
in glimpses with smaller
or longer intervals in between
the frequency of the intervals
being what specifies
bliss
the shift comes the more unnoticed
that it has been strived for
and suddenly
without truly understanding why
every act is embedded
in faith
where it used to be ruled
by fear
just as irrevocable as is
the shift
just as unusual is
the sensation of lightness
bestowed on everything
so far considered
unbearable
a numb wave of anxiety
flooding every cell
of the body
bringing each and everyone
to burst
purifying tissues of old scars
and
healing hearts
summer sun
generously greeting
melodious melancholy
tenderly transforming
encrusted emotions
and
healing hearts
savouring peace within
even when only
in glimpses barely tangible
is worth mentioning
mild summer rain
just enough
to wash away
the dust
leaving pearls of water
on every leaf
to wash away the fear
of knowing better
leaving pearls of wisdom
in the inmost heart