I showered the seasons on the hyacinth-smelling cells of my skin, my words coiled into the shadow of the white flags, the wave spread on my chest, the frontal writing sat on my chest.
Does the dust clouds of feet tend to my heart, poisoned arrows come to my minds from the heart of black chaos. Everyone is mother, father, sister, neighbor, relative, friend, is it not. Is there any entity carrying the human-san image in the universe.
It is futile to look for the enemy outside. The enemy is inside.
We live the war, we keep it alive.
Countries are at war, there is war within the country, people are struggling with war.
The arms of the octopus in the midst of the greatest war. Hooks are thrown into the jugular veins.
To fuel the feelings that take shelter in the shadow of the rough winds, without blowing your breath.
If the lantern of our heart eyes is hunchbacked and its back is moldy, it will see it blurry.
Shake hands with your heart first. Without recycling the expired memories. Write the articles of the peace protocol on the walls of your heart. Let the peace-hungry white pigeons gutter into your heart.
On which layer did you sign the index of peace, without compromising the first three points.
Be covenant at the table with your heartfelt.
Accept the wading smiles of your childhood. The hours you run, sad, rejoice, hug your neck with the words you cannot say. Give white roses to the nights you cannot sleep. Offer sherbet to the days when you are suffering. A kiss is one of the most delightful ones.
Call all the words to the peace festival.
Put the emotions on the protocol seat. Decorate the place with white daisies. Boiling goes well in fact (from cinnamon, sugar and plenty of walnuts.) There can be no disloyalty to tea either. Good day, bad day with me.
With love
Thankfully
Hopefully
I put veils on my heart, thirsting for peace, at the jingle of the heart, taking shelter in the mercy of my Lord.