The wounds that we behold
in this universe, this body of ours
inflict agony that may seem like a haze.
But when the haze clears
we come across a beautiful poetry:
a love reborn for life.
I can catch a glimpse of the world
you don’t want me to see
because once I have perception,
a view, of my own
you can’t rule over me.
I see a tree on the verge of death
all of its leaves have departed
only to kiss the brown soil
and break down into it.
I see its hands rising up
as if saying its last prayers:
asking for a long period of peace.
And then I see a flock of birds
coming from nowhere to sit on the tree
peace – the old creature has received.