how natural can
conflicts be
in their occurrences
everyday?
how beautiful can
they appear
after a time of
repetitions?
how courageous can
we be
facing them with
numbness of our our
faces
with all the mindlessness
of our own
existences
now we open the doors
to the winds
we do not close the windows
to these
outrageous realities
let them come if they
may
we have always been
ready
stones on the river
frogs on the fields
grass to the rain
cliffs to the clouds
continents upon the
widest oceans
what is there to worry?
all shall suffer the same
endings
same fates, same struggles,
come what may
and live for today...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem