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

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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
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 on
the subtle nuance between
feeling loved
and believing to be loved
is like diving into
an ocean of love
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
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
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
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
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
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
rain
and thunder
touching consciousness
as the first impressions
after a night’s sleep
washing away the impurities
of apathy