Walking Alone

A tree on the mountain,
Friend of all seasons
The mind crystal clear,
The morning mist has disappeared.
Known what is to be known,
Beyond life she lives,
This certainty.
The heart talks.
What a mess!
Thinking tongues
Are truly guardians of pain.
And thus the day is new.
April 26, 1988

Uwe Vamdev Franz


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