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