All others talked as if
talk were a dance.
Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet
would break the gliding ring.
Early I learned to
hunch myself
close by the door:
then when the talk began
I’d wipe my
mouth and wend
unnoticed back to the barn
to be with the warm beasts,
dumb among body sounds
of the simple ones.
I’d see by a twist
of lit rush the motes
of gold moving
from shadow to shadow
slow in the wake
of deep untroubled sighs.
The cows
munched or stirred or were still. I
was at home and lonely,
both in good measure. Until
the sudden angel affrighted me—light effacing
my feeble beam,
a forest of torches, feathers of flame, sparks upflying:
but the cows as before
were calm, and nothing was burning,
nothing but I, as that hand of fire
touched my lips and scorched my tongue
and pulled my voice
into the ring of the dance.

I dare you to smile often,
to open your arms and trust.
Trust there's good and you can reach it.

I dare you to dream with no restrictions,
to fill up your heart and prepare it for battle.
Battle for what you desire and never giving up.

I dare you to stop diminishing yourself,
to believe and challenge your horizons.  
You're an independent and strong human being.

I dare you.

I throw my hands in the air,
While my knees hit the ground.
I weep.

There's a tightness in my throat,
My heart is about to burst.
I weep.

My body stars to shake,
The numbness travels my veins.
I weep.

Blood shattered on the floor, as water.
Innocent bodies bottled up, like bottles after a party.
I weep.

As Gandhi said:
An eye for an eye only ends up making the world blind.
I weep.

I weep for humanity,
For the innocent victims of the cruelty of this world.
I weep...