What is more important than pain?

**I immerse in the thought that your eyes can see**

**How long will it take for the mind and heart to be guided by the same flowing water?**

The gift of gifts is time

and sometimes it is not enough for the pain to leave and transform or build into something deep, all it remains are some dried tears, broken wings and black coals eyes.

The dream is to be able to build from the darkness and come full into the light, strong with hope for me and others, but sometimes not only that is hard and it seems impossible but I wonder why? why I must be the one with eyes full of fire and desire for change for better days, for evolution?

Sometimes I wish is to have some hands that embrace and asks nothing of me, just stays there in silence and understands everything.

I must enjoy the slow rising otherwise what is the point in understanding that I am not a big, beautiful tree but the muddy root underneath and that I am the support in the darkness for you to shine bright and illuminate worlds building.