Village

How marvelous I can smile,

By letting my thorns go!

Such a piece of beauty resembles,

An everlasting night,

In which the lovers make a circle

To realize their Wholeness!

Without any drop of bitterness;

I come to you,

As a reflection in a pond;

Your eyes inquire,

What kind of mundane task,

Shall I make holy,

For you can break free,

From your current chain;

I do not mean,

To turn your tablets down,

But instead,

To build a red house,

Whereas lambs are capable,

Of exchanging their pasture,

With the heifers,

For a new beginning is established,

By recognizing how similar they are among them;

As well as to acknowledge,

That even the slightest spark is able,

To burn out an entire land.