subtle pain
under subtle rain
announcing different directions
than where the mind was set
claiming flexibility and care
vaults
throwing inwards
cascades of light
illuminating vault after vault
of mysteries
while carefully keeping secret
the mystery of light itself
homeless
knowing better
is a sad kind of attitude
all the more
that it can only provoke
a sad kind of solitude
where the spirit is homeless
and the heart barren
dissemination
when blaming is
no more
mercy might disseminate
where prejudices have ruled
erosion
being told
incessantly
life would be different
if only
is slowly eroding
integrity
leaving no space for faith
to settle
inequity
interventions
around the soul
are always both powerful
and delicate
purifying inequity
a task of humility
and grace
conversion
engaging into gratitude
where despair has ruled
is a conversion of interest
though
an interest all the same
profusion
the dissolution of
an intimate conviction
through tears of
exhaustion
while spring is unfolding
in all its
profusion
letting
letting in the light
through the entrance of
old wounds
pushed open by
new experiences
experience
broken experiences
manipulating the mind
into failure
paralysing the body
into failure
numbing the heart
into failure
and yet
somewhere
somehow
healing is running towards
fulfilment