admitting

being lost

is not necessarily a bad thing to be

as long as we are able to admit

and accept

this is what we are

abuse

obstructing the power

running through our words

in the belief

we understand their impact

might only be

another kind of

abuse

in the eager to consider ourselves

as good

accepting

somehow suddenly

somehow slowly

somehow softly

suffering makes sense

while the responsibility to carry it

is accepted as nothing but the glory

of transforming heaviness

into weightlessness

imperfect

once the taste of mercy

prevails

every imperfection

find forgiveness

while a whole different kind of perfection

pervades

beneath

sudden change of colours

while sadness lingers

where joy was expected to be found

only to reveal

that beneath this subtle sadness

the river of wisdom is

running deep

concealment

opening towards honesty

after a life of

concealment

is upsetting the mind

while awakening every fear

being the reason for

concealment

in the outset

educated

puzzled by one single word

returning after such a long absence

being

education

what does the word education mean

for someone who has none

what kind of education

did that person

finally receive

as we are all being educated

in one way

or another

even while not recognised

by any human institution

peaceful

walking in an open wound

with a peaceful smile

while ignorant

of the suffering

and the injustice

taking place

all around

is unsettling

walking in an open wound

with a peaceful smile

aware of the suffering

and the injustice

taking place

all around

is an achievement