when responsibility
is placed
where it belongs
and we no longer try
to accomplish
tasks
which are not ours
a quiet peace
arise
more than we can
beginning to grasp
that
no one can be
in balance
while trying to do
more than we can
being wrong
walking towards
a just as tender
as golden
sunrise
where
the sensations of
being wrong
is gently removed
layer by layer
gloom
when the gloom
is threatening
as a dark cloud
above
the compassionate light
of mercy
the path of truth
might unfold
discretely
below
our feet
momentum
finally to grasp
that
the urge to live
is nothing to be
ashamed of
rather to cherish
and treasure
as this very urge
to live
is also the momentum
rising
beyond death
a kind word
soft sunrise
golden light
sweet silence
and a kind word
as the realm of mercy
gently
opens
inside
marrow
when the fatigue reaches
the marrow of
our bones
it most probably means
we are trying to carry
what no person was ever meant
to bear
projecting into our surroundings
the basic needs
we have come to believe
ourselves
unworthy of
henceforth
flooded by
an immense fatigue
so well known
and yet
in some ways
so very different
as the war is over
and the enemy
henceforth
to be treated
as a friend
exploited
when what we have
to give
is
on one hand
being exploited
and
on the other
being treated as if
it does not exist
the mind might get lost
in confusion
while the heart is flooded
by grief
enormous
when the changes are so small
one can barely see them
and the needs are so enormous
that the transformation of
one little butterfly
seems insignificant
it can be a challenge
to keep focus
on that one little butterfly
while
there is all the reason
to be
in awe