walking under the rain
can be
tremendously liberating
carrying a lost soul towards
reconciliation
to let peace rain
in the heart
a little
to be born
a little
every day
while everything about our tangible presence
is dying off
a little
every day
is in itself
a wonder
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favourable
being ready and prepared
holding the head high
is a marvellous state
of being
an opportunity favourable to receive
what might come
opacity
a single star
appearing between the clouds
so many layers
of opacity
suddenly withdrawing
the span of time
for insight to cut clear
what was covered in mists
forbearance
there are just as many ways
to betray
as there are ways
to stay
faithful
discerning the origin of our behaviour
is a way to observe
honesty
raising beyond emotions
another
wheeling
the return of the light
the gentle increase
of bright hours
the leaving behind of
a past cycle
the inevitable beginning
of a new
and the wheel goes on
dust
flaming emotions
burning through the body
purifying old scars
into dust
of gold
while
low winter light
opening into new perspectives
revealing unexpected beauty
and strength
in the vulnerability
of nakedness
while illumination is working
its own ways
incurable
openings into eternity
can be so many things
astonishingly enough
when not recognised as such
it can
be carried as a wound
interpreted as a weakness
seen as instability
condemned as incurable
where all it ever was
was insight