A peaceful life vividly lived

By no means belongs our life to us –

on its own it marvelously exists

and shapes all kinds of living beings

to make itself real, shared and perceived.

Hard to believe we’re not its masters

like mere puppets we loyally obey

each and every miracle and disaster

that our ancestors likewise performed

in their earlier, short theater play.

Yet the same immemorial well’s

never had two equal-tasting drops –

either drowning in boundless abundance

or freshly reviving the thirsty crops,

from the cradle to the grave before us

in the small acts in between we’re free

to choose compassion, unity and kindness

over a bloodily written history.

Yetsoon the time comes to toll the bells,

when our last breath’s carried by a dove

and tears materialize farewell,

to be asked somewhere up above

—oh, sweetly sour, bewildering mist!—

if we’ve offered body and soul to love,

if we recall every place, person and twist,

if we’ve reaped a life vividly lived.

Image from Artmajeur (“Peace & Love” by Faver)

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