Under a dark sky,
the sight of the stars becomes clearer.
Our comforting beliefs are shaken by a threat
so microscopic we can’t even see.
But in the midst of the chaos the mirror shouts,
“I am because we are”, “There is only one thing and we all are it”.
So in a single voice, we rediscover the beauty of giving without conditions.
Used to daily trains, planes and car drives,
we are now forced on an inward journey
and we laugh out loud when we notice
that the golden ring we’ve been looking for everywhere
has always been sitting on our finger.
As our sight sharpens again,
we see the things we’ve been taking for granted
and gratitude becomes our prayer.
We silence the noise
we stop being too busy to love
we promise we’ll take better care of our planet
as we reflect on how muddy the sky would look like
if birds were to leave traces in their flights the way we do.
Humbled but stronger,
we start digging a tunnel through our fears.
We know we’ll have to work ten times harder than before,
but pain is a messenger that needs to be heard.
So we dig and dig for the courage to trust our truth,
for the responsibility to become who’ve always been before we forgot.
On the other side of the tunnel,
we grieve for our losses,
we celebrate our heroes,
and rebuild the world a higher species.
In the meantime, from our balconies,
we clap our hands to the miracle of life,
acknowledging how beautiful we are,
simply because we are.
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