From the caves

… and I’ve been sitting with the naked walls of my caves …

I’m touching them, feeling how raw they are
I’m feeling every movement of my own breath from within
almost too much to bear
I even feel my own gaze touching the surface of theser raw and naked walls
So tender they are …
I need to be very still - not to fill them
not to cover them up
with soothing sounds,
stories or friends.
And not with drama either,
which also helps sometimes
to not feel these raw places …

these places
which carry
true wisdom
and which carry
the seeds of a
true life