#406 On This Flag of Hope

I walk through Life like a Pierre Bezukhov
In search of Truth, I grope in the darkness
I ask myself if all this is enough
Each step a denial against the sadness
Through tears I vainly plant this flag of hope
That God’s own Mercy gives me will to cope.

On Simplicity

I want to live with my eyes wide open 
Not hiding in shame or cowering in guilt 
Like swans basking in a lush green garden 
These simple joys I'll savour to the hilt.

On Tantrums

It took me these many years 
living in this world like a lost stranger 
to finally learn

That so much of what you get out of this life 
is about how much you badly want it 

Every tantrum
is a grasping at treasure.