Hungry

Hungry for quiet

For the gentle dance

Of leaves in the wind

Hungry for butter

For the gentle pleasure

Of doing nothing

With a slice of buttered toast

Hungry for life

In a unrestrained way

Impatient for it to

Happen all at once

Life is hungry for life

Le Siècle des Lumières

Perhaps we need The Light again

The light bringing nuances to the obscure polarised view

The light we can find in unexpected places

On Risk

We have to be a safe space and

We have to take risks

From and with love, we play the game of Risk

Layers

How much do we experience life through a soft layer?

How much do we face the hardness underneath?

How much can the soft layer we view the world from shift its core?

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