compromising

taking in

the pain

might be

to accept the difficult

not in order to please

nor in order to gain

satisfaction

or to be right

for that matter

but merely to do

what is necessary

for peace to prevail

without compromising

anyone

at least

observing

the very subtle

repetition

of a lesson

which was not fully learnt

or

at least not entirely assimilated

can feel like

a revelation

of love

pondering

pondering on

the subtle nuance between

feeling loved

and believing to be loved

is like diving into

an ocean of love

lacking

when fear of lacking

replace

the gratitude for what

we are given

what we are given

is never enough

no matter how much

we receive

damp

more sensitive to smells

than usual

as the damp autumn mood

is reaching the core

of the bones

more sensitive than usual

to something

so intangible

and yet so present

heading

the perfect balance

also means

integrating days

of rain

yet integrating days of rain

is not to be confused with

wisdom trying to tell us

we are heading in

an inappropriate direction

for fecundity

to thrive

lust

where lust is

what leads

tribulation follows

never in the immediate

but always with a far enough distance

for being able

not to

establish the link

and continue to let

lust lead

lavishly

showing

in the perfect balance

between night

and day

an unexpected peace

might reveal itself

showing how

in every polarity

the crossing of

the perfect balance

is essential

for the perfection of

each polarity

to be harmonious

in itself

in front of

a subtle fear

running deep

below

a memory of being

shamed in front of everyone

with no concern

for truth

coming to the surface

with the wish to leave it all

behind

apathy

rain

and thunder

touching consciousness

as the first impressions

after a night’s sleep

washing away the impurities

of apathy