Come sit in the grass
All your pain, it is enough
Listen to the wind, the trees
Listen to your silent voice
Come with all your fears and sorrows
Little precious child of God
Take one step and then another
On the path that is not there
To the non existing goal
And come home from worried pasts
In the not existing now …
When at the search-horizon
finding soft appears
When gentle subtle sounds
reveal what lies in you
When words are not in need
and empty fullness rests
Comes gratitude on her soft feet
there where it never left.
Inside, cut off from wind and birds,
trees and rain, sun and clouds,
Breathing conditioned air
I become number
Outside, the wind and the birds,
the trees and the rain, the clouds,
drops on my skin
wind through my hair
grass under my feet
sun through my eyelashes
moon at night
stars in the sky
scent at night
Outside, connected
Outside, home
Words from the outside
can be disguised as
Words from the inside
Words from the inside
can be disguised as
Words from the outside
Can you break down the outside?
Can you build up the inside?
or
Do the walls,
at a given moment
when the time has come
when the circumstances are right,
fall on their own?
Wonderwalk 