In the mist

My friend, you are resilient, you are ground’s child.

You were fed by lakes, swamps were hiding you and giving you shelter – not even wind knew your name.

You were in hiding, deeply rooted in muddy waters, with dragonflies giving you teachings new and old.

Now the time has come to walk out of the mud.

The bamboo will forgive, starry skies will call to you again, heavy rainclouds will carry away all accumulated pain. We will be together, family of moths, colorless, roaming through the night where we can find mind-numbing peace.

We won’t disturb the city of lights.

In the mist, remembering the mud, we will fly free.