WHO IS THE THING THAT DOES NOT CRY?
Who is the thing that does not cry?
Who marches through without a loss?
Who finds no shadows in the forest,
Lives on a rock where nothing dies?
I made a statue with my hands
To clamp down happiness and peace
But it turned a killing beast
And I was left cold-eyed to stand.
THE FIRST STEP TO PEACE
The first step to my peace is restlessness,
For knowing of something else is reaching out
Reaching out is wondering
Wonder is peace
Not wondering is death
A quiet death
And I would sing.
Now first of all, anyone who recognises the statue – nothing personal. This is not a comment about a particular country and political and religious divide.
Secondly, both these short poems were written during the same activity, same place, same day. I wonder if anyone might guess at it. Precise right answers are very unlikely but wrong ones would be interesting.
See you. Hear you.