Rite
Heavy with human suffering,
weeping is the yoga of conscience.
The moon is not heard, but confesses - absolves
anyone who feels pain without a name.
Because where the light itself dreams,
you are your own religion.
©Szweda
Castlerock 2023
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Balance
And nothing changes.
The world doesn’t stop despite half the people,
I’m in both, where everything is sound:
the stars giggle,
the earth breathes,
and where you don’t even have anything in mind.
But what could a fraction of a second want from infinity?
©Szweda
Castlerock 2018
Thanking silence for silence with silence
I stopped thinking,
like this clock not wound for three days,
about the past carried like a wet beam from the beach.
For everyone has in them
a friend and an enemy,
and only dreams separate them,
that is, the content worn to the end like old pants.
And though we don't despise only air anymore
if I were to express gratitude,
it would have to be rain - I guess - a flood, a downpour of stars.
So much love that only a rabbit’s heart can keep up.
©Szweda
Castlerock 2017
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