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About entering a room in the morning…

and whatever follows after that, from an afternoon perspective 
a poetic harvest written in the afternoon of the second day of a 3 day Art of Participatory Leadership Training

The middle still a void
A basket waiting to be filled
With what the edges bring
Corners slowly becoming 
A safe place
for the many shades of curiosity 
we all hold.
How precious
This moment in time
From an afternoon perspective
When daylight sheds its revealing light
On our commons
And our differences
Our certainties
And our doubts,
Testing the strength
Of our container.

Can it hold laughter?
Failure?
Silence?
Criticism?
Self-?
Organisation?
Chaos?
Order?
Connection?
Separation?
Extravagance?
Intimacy?
The small?
The tall?
Can it hold me
In all my paradoxes?
Can I hold it
Without having to put it into
Comforting boxes ?

Let the soft evening light 
Be my next guide
Bringing me rest
Sleeping babies
A challenging question 
A deepening thought
And just letting go
Into the anticipation
Of another tomorrow
another precious moment
Of entering the room… 


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