silver mist
illuminated by
rays of light
falling through the fog
in an incandescent reflection
on the quiet water
carrying a luminous soul
from one dimension
to
another

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silver mist
illuminated by
rays of light
falling through the fog
in an incandescent reflection
on the quiet water
carrying a luminous soul
from one dimension
to
another
when what is considered
the end
is nothing but
new beginnings
glory expands
into cascades of splendour
staying long enough
in the discomfort
to gain awareness
discomfort is all it is
nothing to do with
who we are
gently beginning to allow
the emotion to dissolve
and let
what is real
be real
trying to explain
in order to avoid
the inevitable responsibility
for our mistakes
rather than asking for
forgiveness
for the misbehaviour
no matter how unconscious
it rules our minds
is to deprive ourselves
from an unending stream
of loving kindness
arriving at the end
in a silent victory
nothing victorious
and yet so deeply triumphant
in the most subtle
delicate
loving manner
a mind
can envisage
gently perceiving how
areas of the body
and mind
which had been
inaccessible
for both intelligence
and perception
opens
to unfold
as light
increases
may the darkness
be swallowed
by light
and joy is all
there is left
when only we are able to
rejoice
panic bursting
in every cell of the body
holding the mind
between
the eager to run away with panic
and the longing to stay
with trust
there is nothing wrong in
being a perfectionist
not being a perfectionist
and trying to behave as such
might be problematic
just as
being a perfectionist
trying
to be rough
can spoil a personality
how to behave
when
what one has tried to prove
over and over again
with nothing but failures
as outcome
is gently unfolding
as the most natural thing
in the world
the moment
one no longer tries to prove
the veracity
of its existence