There is a time for everything
that is beautifully said
but it's an ugly prospect
that there will always be violence
and worse, with and without love
the world will continue revolving
a chaos of actions
and reactions with traces
of insights, wishes and
intentions, the repetition
of New Years – again
the children shout after the game
again the time
of starting and finishing
time to do my best
to rest and to be content
again the lotus spring
and my arms around you