what a delight
being able to
open the window again
after weeks
months
years
decades
of enclosure
until
being brought back
to the beginning of
suffering
can change the position of
the spine
just as
changing the position of
the spine
can bring us back
to the beginning of
suffering
in either case
nothing will happen
until
we accept
the invitation to heal
sincere
we rarely act
according to our standards
as long as peace
is not settled in our hearts
until then
most of our acts are ruled by fear
independently of what we believe
to be sincere
across
when honesty
and nakedness
is no longer
an occasion for
transgressions
rather a natural
delimitation
of boundaries
freedom can travel freely
across every border
rejoicing
strangely enough
it is the descend into the underworld
which is panful to death
once the suffering has been acknowledged
the pain accepted
and every shadow of ambition
left behind
all the powers of the underworld
gather and rejoice
carrying the soul
towards its light
where love and freedom
shine together
ever so bright
instigation
there is indeed
nothing virtuous about
boredom
being bored can be
a stepping stone towards creation
hence a precious instigation
but considering boredom a necessity
for the fulfilment of a higher purpose
is nothing but
desponding
responding
responding to
wisdom
rather than
human desire
is rewarded by
its own kind of
ecstasy
moulding
motherhood moulding
womanhood
whether or not
the mothering is
direct
or indirect
defended
being granted
to navigate
in intimacy
is just as delicate
as it is dangerous
but what a grace
when every precaution is
defended
transforming dangers
into devotion
and delicacy into
deliverance
fumbling
holding on to
truth
glowing only as
a dim hint of light
in the darkness
can be like fumbling in a night
full of snares
and falls
yet
holding on to
truth
even when only glowing
as a dim hint of light
in the darkness
is what can finally
lead us
through