Hapa

All around the room

As if there was a right answer

Again against a wall of uncertaintly

It gets old doesnt it?

Or what is fatigue'a longing ending?

Is that tiresome?

Or what really bores the mind?

Lost in a syntax of a carved stone cell?

Lost in the stones' throws of escape?

Hugging the sand will not be enough

Where green fountains of vegetation

Fall down the mountains like the waterfalls

A person can internalize the moment:

Bird screeching chickens Cockadoodle do

A sensation of being immersed

Water tea kettles to a whistle

The body seethes a certain stress and burns the heavenly oil of rest

But to turn the while island to a bridge of championship?

Yes, a bridge to champions.

So much gone to the wind and seas

Massacres or legacies turn on the same swipes

But to touch the whole of the island-

To touch it at all and breathe the tastes of generations of feelings

There is no solution.

Rest easy in the messing ingredients of eternity

For what is untouchable and untastable

Is certainly touched in everything that we can taste.