knowing oneself to be
unpredictable
is unpleasant enough
in itself
being blamed for it
on top
while struggling to make ends meet
despite the lacking
is unbearable
struggling
struggling to satisfy
the wants and wishes
of the outside
without listening
to the needs and deeds
inside
builds a prison
with no place
to hide
prove
having nothing to prove
can feel like
being useless
yet there might be
an essential presence
in that particular kind of
uselessness
much
so much tenderness
so much light
so much compassion
so much
to give
generating
no one should be hold
responsible
for our own
personal
wound
though we might observe
what has generated it
in order to adjust
our behaviour
and choose love
where fear has ruled
heavy heart
tenderness unfolding
into a heavy heart
bringing lightness of being
into the dark
perception
being told
over and over again
that the impressions
of one’s perception
are false
is a source of perpetual confusion
which it can seem
impossible to
uproot
fatal
making sense
out of
something having
nothing to do
with truth
is all the more human
that it is
fatal
diminishing
placing our trust
in someone
being unable
to perceive
our full dimension
is diminishing every possibility
to bear fruit
consciousness
unable to discern
the emotion
flooding both consciousness
and body
all too aware
it will rule the mind
for as long as it has not
been brought
to awareness