And so it is
Lights go in and out a closed space,
Ideas run in circles, like rabbits,
Chased by a dog.
In, in, in,
Words and images get interchanged
Today means tomorrow and yesterday,
All the same.
For a kid, there is no past or future,
For an old person, there is a continuous past,
Which is wrapping its wings around the day, around the mind…
Only the spirit stays the same inside the body and is young,
Young and seeks rest.
It has gone through a lot and got shaped by it,
Either a bird or a camel or even a plant,
Either a sun or a moon or even a chipmunk.
I guess only the eyes stay the same
They open and close until they don’t.
A last breath is all we are due,
Here, on this side,
And energy around us
To cherish the hours given.
To flourish between the sorrows.
To have the words written down.
To have the „if’s”melted down.
There is hope,
There is always hope,
But then the eyes get tired.
The feet can’t move,
The sorrows are written on the face,
And it goes back, to the clouds, and forests, and waters flowing out of the ordinary and into the eternal grace.