constant kindness
genuine kindness
running
inwards
as well as outwards
embracing the shadows of shame
which have for so long
been weighing down
a consciousness given
rather to bring
light
into the world
trajectory
going through
every single layer
of pain
in order to heal
what seemed
a banal episode
of homeless words
yet determined
the trajectory
of a whole life
pause
when nothing makes
sense no more
it might be time
to pause for moment
and let
what was so far
invisible
reach the surface
to manifest
perversion
when the sense of justice
has been perverted
through abuse of power
peace is to be found
nowhere
though if one can find
the trust
that somewhere
justice prevails
hope might accomplish
what the intelligence cannot
and heal what seemed to be
forever lost
belonging
solitude as a human condition
to be accepted
as such
nothing more
nothing less
as the acceptance opens towards
the awareness
of everything
being part
of a whole
and what was perceived as solitude
can transform
into belonging
dense
while darkness grows dense
the season of hope
grow closer
and the mystery of the inner light
is given
to shine
repairing
and what a grace
to begin
at the beginning
taking one step at a time
repairing
what can be repaired
heal
what can be healed
and leave untouched
what is beyond
our power
to change
confident
that the one who has power to change it
will find the way
big
when life is too big
it might be time
to begin
at the beginning
and take
one step
at a time
writing
when writing is painful
in itself
it might be time
to keep silence
thriving
making peace with
the part of ourselves
which have thrived under shadows
of shame
and making peace with what
we never got
while the moon is shifting
and time is passing
by