luminous stars filled the night sky
years away and yet visible to the naked eye
as we sat silently around the fireplace
gazed at the distant galaxies
flames burned away any worries
specs of light thus far in the distance
reminded us of life beyond the daily strife
cries of one in the whole of cosmos
suddenly rather trivial
the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first
the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear
the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light
live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew
clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened
oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast
in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights
for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb
the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect
i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods
blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing
a vest i crochet
in dark blue
stitch by stitch
unravel two
easy pattern
hard to learn
hook away
my fingers burn
design without
second thought
omitted details
cause distraught
push the hook
into split thread
crochet is relaxing
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