When the Child Appears

Do not think for a moment that I write spiritual texts,
I don’t.

I merely read my heart with a pen in my hand,
I light up my landscapes of blank pages with the torch of consciousness.
I clear the territories of night with a nib.

I take notes as one reaches out to hold the head of the child coming into the world.
When the child appears, one must reach out.

©FJ_Fev 2026
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