From a place of peace

From a place of peace

a lullaby offers

its most gentle pillow

to rest our minds upon.

From a place of peace

a seed grows from which

creation and imagination

can make love.

From a place of peace

we all thrive

with unlimited curiosity

and the thrill of being alive.

From a place of peace

panic is just a tourist

very briefly lost

in a city that never existed.

From a place of peace

a strong, nourishing soup

is in everyone’s bowl

while the oceans sing.

From a place of peace

all hibernating beings

weave themselves into

our dreams.

From a place of peace

we know that a wish for peace

is a wish for freedom

to dissolve all borders.

From a place of peace

I go for a walk to see

if I can meet that heron or fox, again,

here in our shared, astonishing home.

From a place of peace

the now radical act of tenderness

refuses to reduce itself

to wordy explanations.

From a place of peace

a green and black bridge

is lit up by the ones who are

out walking right now.

Made of plants and nights

that need more time to comprehend

what their soothing darkness and ever

greening wants to release at dawn.

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Rune Kjær Rasmussen

is an animist, writer, singer, and occasional painter from Denmark.