When Life on Earth reminds you
Of a theatre performance
that you have performed a thousand and one time
Of wearing shoes
that belong to someone else
Of living in Africa
surrounded with immense wealth - starving
Of trying to reach and never managing
'cause the goal is invisible
Of circling endlessly day after day
and reaching the same bloody useless spot over and over
Of words that are never said
'cause the moment got lost in an explosion of self-importance
Of a hand that longs for a hand-shake
in a land that ignores hands
Of a life of a battery grown chick
that ate its feet thinking they are food
Of a homeless child's face
that is searching for his family just after Tsunami
Stop!
Stop
To hear the clatter of cutlery just before a lunch
carefully prepared by a grandma
waiting for a reunion of her family
Stop
To breath the air that smells of jasmine
in early spring
and disappear in the eyes of a 6 year old
that tells you she is in-love
Stop
To touch the fur of a cat
that keeps coming to you
no matter
how long you've been away
Stop
To see the balcony
of the 18th century building
you pass by unnoticed
on your way to work
Stop
To see the faces
in a crowded bus
reading their stories
one by on
Stop
To watch the sea
as it greats the land
in an endless
rubbing of noses
Stop
to Self-Remember
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how weird....
I felt like this entry was written especially for me, as these days I feel like I am drifting in the current that engulfed me against my will,
but then I do stop and I take a deep breath, and I feed the ducks or admire true perfection of snow flakes that are slowly melting on my palm...
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