allowing what is
to surface
without pushing
what was never meant
to be
only receiving
what is given
perhaps with suspicion
yet penetrated by trust
the deeper purpose will
incarnate through
our acceptation
going
going under
going down
going out
when everything is
falling a part
nothing can
be lost
barren
abundance
abundance of love
overflowing the inner landscape
which for so long
was lying barren
irrigating what is
rather than stimulating
what is wanted
forgetting
being free
to be loved
and love
is what
we all are
and what most of us
tend to forget
most of the time
doubtful
leaning into trust
after years of doubtful
insecurity
is just as simple
as it is
radical
fairytales
when the fear of not being
good enough
is merging with
the fear of not having enough
what was fertile soil
grows barren
and hope turns into fancies
of fairytales and fables
though somewhere
in the depths
of every true tale
is a grain of faith
to nourish
treasure
and protect
emerging
golden sunlight
burning heat
a healing well
emerging from the depths of
what cannot
be seen
yet is
hole
not to be trusted
can be like a silent drop of water
dripping on a stone
until
a hole has been carved
leaving a void in the heart
it seems impossible
to fill
yet it is through that hole
that love can enter
the world
for a lifetime
when that
which for a lifetime
has been out of reach
is suddenly
possible
wonders unfold
immediately
and beauty
prevails
above
what is the game
to play
when everything
is lost
when the structure
which had kept one above
has crumbled for good
and all there is left
is
what we are
and not
who we wanted
to be