Witness

Mas La Plana, Santa Maria d'Oló (Barcelona, Spain), July 2017

Like an ethereal witness
from a privileged vantage point
I gaze at the deep sadness
which welcomes me into its warm iciness.

Sharing my solitude
with the tantrums of the child I once was,
living the responsibility of freeing the way
for the ones who will come behind,
sailing on an unknown sea of tears
adrift
alone.

Bottling up once again emotions and feelings,
happiness and sadness, pain and pleasure,
mercy and wrath, ego and Soul.

Unaffected, the witness listens
to the timeless questions
which are tormenting my heart:

How can the endless murmur be silenced
which clouds the horizon,
which distances the center you sought,
the Peace which brightens your senses?

How can the inner voices be deafened,
memories of yearnings which could have been,
longings of perfect futures which stayed remote?

How can the noise be silenced
of everything that hurt us?

How can the omnipresent buzz be quietened
to listen just a single heartbeat,
a lullaby for the Soul?

And after hearing my questions
the witness starts to see me
tenaciously trying to open up
the sealed amphora
just to empty the unbearable noise
to change it at last
into the haven of peace
which I long for.