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Defined by the dwindling politicians, whose light dims
Ever-more in the ever widening divisions of a languid
Language which speaks only of power seeking limbs
And weakening ideologies where spoken words, turgid,
If I do interrogate when I am astonished
No new fresh flowers are born in the meadows
Nor does it change anything in the sun so that it becomes more beautiful…
(Even if fresh flowers were born in the meadow
And the sun changed to become more beautiful,
I might have felt that there were less flowers in the meadow
And believed the sun to be uglier….
Because everything is as it is and that’s how it is,
And I accept it, and not thank it,
So it doesn’t appear as if I think about it…)
How do I love you? Let me count how I do.
I love you deeply, so highly, with a certainty,
as my soul blindly extends, when with you
our existence touches and we make eternity.
My blue eyes are like the sky
Which is calm like water in the sunlight.
It is so, blue and calm,
Because we don’t interrogate not even in astonishment…
What can sharpen this thirst for our freedom?
What can help shake our love to be beaten?
When will mother earth break our shackles free?
When, in her love, will we and things be?
Wasn’t there once another spirit in me?
Raised by your Greatness to become free!
With learning from Greatness and love from her
Is it time that we stand tall and in freedom stir?
Are famine and disease an illusion of your truth?
Will food fill our bellies and wisdom show the proof?
Or will love of your love help free us in our home?
Or will you abandon us, Oh Mother, as we roam?
Angel of duty in your Greatness we can truly be?
Greatness shaped us but your love we must free!
In your eternal freedom you have shown us the way!
We must now renew ourselves and chase fear away!