Butter Biscuits Diving Into Hot Milk

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If you could smell my thoughts,

every time that something puzzled me

you would definitely detect

my butter-biscuit-aroma effect.

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On memory's hard disk - or rock - ,

engraved images of her

sitting with a cool smile,

soundless for a while.

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Then, her steady, loving voice

filled the atmosphere with

an unconditional intention

to help my emotions' conversion.

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"Let's talk about this

while drinking a cup of hot milk.

I have butter biscuits that can

dive into it and reveal a plan".

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When half of the first biscuit

had completed its diving,

the atmosphere was transformed;

a safer environment was formed.

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My inside followed intuitively

the new vibrations transmitted by

our sounds that were the reaction

to the senses that were in full action.

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I felt safe enough to unfold the feelings

that an incident had caused me that day,

expressing them guilt-free, 

accepting, giving them space to be.

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The pauses in between were

opportunities to taste and observe,

permitting silence to complete

a team of common heartbeat.

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So, a plan did emerge,

born through a calm process.

Clarity can't be fertilized by rush;

it's blocked by the first reaction's trash.

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I always knew that the outcome

wasn't a result of biscuits and milk,

but of the whole alchemical co-action;

a multi-pulsed interaction.

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Dedicated to all the grandmothers that always have butter biscuits in a kitchen drawer, waiting to be mixed with hot milk and lots of understanding love.

I would like to be one of them …in thirty years.

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If you swim in Instagram's ocean, you'll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.

♾️

Anthi Psomiadou - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives