the delicate nuance
between
weighing our words
and measuring
what we say
is what allows
to rebuke
the darkness
rather than to criticise
the light
breaking down
breaking down
pride
can be
a tender
relief
opening the door
to humility
bushel
no longer wishing
to hide
the light
under a bushel
can be
a tender
relief
spent
when
one has spent
a life
trying to prove
ones
worthiness
discovering
that one
has nothing to give
can be
a tender
relief
deserved
being loved
cannot be
deserved
or earned
through decent behaviour
only
received
and accepted
which is
inevitably leading to
decent behaviour
worthiness
being given
to feel loved
after having spent
a life
trying to prove
ones
worthiness
is nothing less than
miraculous
in all its subtle
modesty
competences
when being useless
is no longer
a way
to identify
an inner conversion
is required
before
the competences
can surface
to unfold
silent celebration
silent celebration
of suddenly knowing
there is nothing to do
but
being
founts
soft summer rain
washing away the dust
bringing to the surface
unexpected wells
of sadness
silently surrendering
to founts of joy
flickering
overcoming
the insurmountable unease
of a flickering mind
no matter how
banal
it can appear
is a just as subtle
as profound
healing