reaching the end
of a long stay
in the desert
of solitude
where everything
is arid
where life at times
seems barren
yet
so much is
alive
falling into
falling into
oneself
after having been
trying to escape
one’s shadow
might be disconcerting
for most of us
though what a grace
to embrace
the whole of
who we are
blind
being blind
yet
able to see
can sometimes be
an awkward position
in which to be
in between worlds
of glory
and realities of misery
distraught
not knowing how
to make it
through the day
despite
all the means
one could wish for
can be debilitatingly
distraught
waking
waking up
to panic
for no apparent reason
spending a good part
of the day
to find peace
can also be considered
an exercise
to discern the essential
though
what a grace
when suddenly
waking up
with a smile
well intentioned
deciding
what is right
and wrong
for others
without respecting
what is right
and wrong
for ourselves
can be abuse
of power
as well intentioned
as it might
be
opportunity
no longer taking
everything
personally
might be
an opportunity to face
oneself
facing oneself
an opportunity to face
the world
facing the world
an opportunity to receive
what is beyond
whirling
strong wind whirling
while
broken emotions surface
breaking into
tenderness
knowing what
to ask forgiveness for
and when
is essential
for truth
to prevail
naughty
when who we are
is being
perpetually scolded
as naughtiness
we end up being
nothing but
naughty
in our persistent effort
to behave
lame
asking for forgiveness
for something
we have not done
because
someone else
refuses
to take the responsibility
for what
they have not been able
to do
is perpetuating guilt
nourishing shame
leaving the one who asks
lame and crippled
the one who refuses to take
responsibility
ignorant
and the world without end
out of sight