I walked alone into the night,
below the the sky and city light,
and as I was just passing through
I stumbled upon a jar or two.
And so, the jars began to shake,
the lids fell off, but did not
break.
The jars were filled with pebbles, sand
and rocks that made the jars stand.
I tried to make up an apology,
instead the jars began to speak to me:
“We’re like your life, inside of which,
the rocks protect you from external hitch.
The rocks are things that matter to your living,
your health, the people to whom your love are giving.
In times of bitterness and times of struggle
They help you step up from your heart’s snuggle.
The pebbles are the jobs you take,
The houses, cars; inside a jar, they give you ache.
Although alone they seem to give you satisfaction,
It’s all set up for your distraction.
The sand is all that’s left in life. It’s for the ones that
are profane,
Who seek for pleasure, without real gain..
There’s no room for the pebbles and the rocks
If you put sand in the jar first.
The same goes for your life.”
And as I moved away, I met a cat,
With whom I started a
little chat.
She said to me: “Some time ago I’ve been through hell.
I got trapped in this well,
I started screaming and instead of saving me
two men decided to
bury me to set me free from misery.
And as the dirt was landing on my back,
a thought occurred to me: Step up, and shake it off!
It saved my life. Today I’m here,
because I fought my thoughts; I’m no seer.”
I walked away again and so I met a big oak tree,
it made me change my plans because of what it said to me:
“Are you for real, or just some maze of lies,
spectacular illusion of your thoughts and of your eyes?”
And so, I headed down towards a bridge,
A bridge to nowhere on a ridge.
It ended in abyss and in black:
“Should I go forward or go back?”
I’ll wander now to find my place
Alone, without some kind of trace,
Without biography, without a name,
Just naked as I came.
