In between the sky
and the earth

is a spot

No-one ever told you
not
to fill it.

You look at Yourself, at what you are, how soft you feel, how gentle - and you think - can that be can that really be here -  and you start growing around Yourself grow around until every inch of this gentleness is now
protected until
every cell and non-cell knows
You are supposed to be exactly this way and right here where you are
until you intertwine
with what you protect
know it inside out and
embody it without
hiding without thinking without
fear
Just
Being what you always were

You sit by the window
watching the trees shake their last orange-brown leaves in the wind and think
absentmindedly
what to wish for

A breeze
gentle
brings
this realisation

You're not
in need
of anything

...