some surrender
a long time ago
they made a good
start
today they mark
a bad ending
and it is sad
it is not having
or giving
this is all about
becoming
and becoming and
becoming
and simply
being
here, there,
being everywhere if you
really want
to understand
it is not the cutting
of the stalk of that
beautiful flower
it is not the catching
of the firefly at night
and then putting
it sealed on a jar
you are killing time
you are killing what is beautiful to be simply freed
some have already surrendered
some have freely killed themselves
it is not about them
this is something for the world to feel
for the world to live
for mankind to survive
it is once written
it is not about the hammer but the snail
how beautiful it is for us to be slow
savor every step of this journey
celebrate the solitude of every soul
in the most beautiful peace of our existences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem