My dear friend,
The transparency of your sensitiveness
Is never a discomfort to you.
Here, again, you are teaching me.
The clarity, the immediacy of the truth in your heart
Bangs, unexpected, at mine’s door.
Helpless, distraught, glaringly unprepared,
It remains silent and pretends no one’s home.
You come knocking again, at the stone pillars
Of my heart….And you’ll be back later
With the same bareness in the eyes.
One day, I will open the door. For now,
I need to work, practice and allow
The ingenuous, the unstudied to come in.
One step after the other, I’ll wear
The nudity of the heart.
For, more important in my eyes than
Being shielded from my fragility,
Is truly meeting you.
©FJ Dec. 2020 – All rights reserved.
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