In my life I have walked through fire,
Been burnt down to ashes to give nourishment
To another spring, to another Summer,
To beauty and first loves.
Perhaps we are all planets
Carrying a hundred thousands seeds of life
Within our resilience.
The bearer of dreams arises in the East,
Moving clouds to pass through,
Only to bury his burden
In the shadowland in the West,
Before he starts the journey anew.
How lucky the pilgrim who one day
Sets out to look for that treasure.
Another coast whispers in blue
And in the awakening swirls of fog
A butterfly whirls into my creased vision.
It ignites and burns out, ignites and burns out again,
Ignites…and everything feels light as though
A journey is about to begin.