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lightening our darkness

is in itself

an act of peace

being given the grace

to live life

in life’s own rhythm

is indeed a blessing

not to be scorned

dealing with undigested emotions

is in many ways

a perfect winter occupation

though

dealing with undigested emotions

is also a delicate matter

to be handled with care

generational wounds surfacing

like the mortal remains of an independent being

who has decided to stay around

as long

as necessary

for the original wound to heal

time is doing

what the moment cannot

and for every generation

the wound decreases

yet it does seem to be

the same lingering through the branches

tenderness

is such a delicate matter

and so powerful when given

time and latitude

to work its wonders

beginning to reap

after years without end

of sowing

is indeed

something close to

unfathomable

living in the past

is just as unbalanced

as living in the future

but when past experiences

instigates fear for future events

it is nearly impossible

not to live

in a constant state of

anxiety

. . .

nearly

staying in bed

might not only be

an attitude

of laziness

just as stepping out of the race

does not necessarily mean

giving up

it can

in both cases

perfectly well be

an act of peace

sometimes silence might be

the best way to communicate

sometimes all there is left to say

is to keep quiet

sometimes

every word occurring in the mind

is harmful

yet beauty is still around

for the one who is able to see it

the world full of harmony for the one

able to hear

wind is finally blowing to the ground

the last separate leaves

leaving the world ready and settled

to receive winter

when it comes

being ready and settled is indeed

something precious

as we never know

what is to come