old shame piercing the surface
an owl calling for patience
wind whirling dead leaves
leaving nothing but
naked structure

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old shame piercing the surface
an owl calling for patience
wind whirling dead leaves
leaving nothing but
naked structure
when body and mind are sore
wisdom is
to rest
nothing less
but also never more
tasting some sort of peace
after a life in anxiety
is indescribable
as no one
who has not known
this state of fundamental
insecurity
can possibly grasp
the span of deliverance
fall turning gently towards
winter
fear falling gently towards
love
while daylight diminish
a different light might
increase
morning mist
announcing
an opening towards initiation
an invitation for some
to pause
an invitation for others
to escalate
it takes all sorts to make a world
standing firm
does not mean
being inflexible
though it does mean
holding onto
one’s position
when love is running freely
nothing is too small for it
to care for
nothing too big for it
to overcome
making peace
with oneself
is also a sort of
reconciliation
feeling flourishing panic
might not be
the most pleasant sensation
though an indication
that it is time
to care
a small step can be
just as significant
as a tremendous breakthrough
all the more
when the tiny little step
is what gives rise to
the tremendous breakthrough