The shooting stars didn’t make any noise that night
The orange moon set at the southern sky
The crickets chirped
The bats did their acrobats

And then, it became still, so still,
Feeling took the place of words
Gentleness took the place of harshness
Tenderness took the place of wanting to convince
Love took the place of wanting to have.

And suddenly,
in me,
heaven openend
and in the dark still night,
I was
the deep peace of Being …