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Something on the subject of kenosis:

Repentance

The well is dry without the bucket

The eyes of Jesus unblinking

a four hundred year wait

The least I can do

is give him a chance

A blue Felicia genuflects

by the monastery door

I try to impersonate the flower

it can’t be anything else

This seems to work

as what must be repentance

empties me

I’m sorry

I breathe

I was not worthy of this gift

The sunlight holds still

on the stone floor

and everything changes

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a beautiful poem. thank you!

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Thank you. After my first visit to an Orthodox Monastery in Serbia,

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The human animal needs to learn to recognise that he/she is a ‘’segment(s) arbitraire(s)’’or a ‘’fréquence’’ among the many, he is a mysterious confabulation. Silence might be a way…✌🏻 https://thoughtforms.life/suti-the-search-for-unconventional-terrestrial-intelligence/

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