I found myself by pure chance.
Really?
Or did anyone have a plan with me,
without telling me, too?
I walked blindfolded.
And I bumped into a lot of trees
and people
and stars.
After I was hurting myself into them
and I was falling
with a swollen lip
and broken nose,
I was touching around,
to try to understand.
What was it that I bumped into?
And how can I move on,
possibly without breaking my nose again?
So I was touching,
I was stroking.
That’s how I discovered the world.
Caressing with infinite tenderness
everything that got in my way
and in which I was hurting myself.
Sometimes I was lucky.
Although it seemed dangerous,
it was just tall, green grass.
Or waves,
which in turn caressed me
under the clear sun.
From stroking to caress,
I came to a fir tree
with a trunk so thick,
so that I could not embrace it
or go around it.
So I lingered a bit
in his shadow.
Out of play,
with a branch, he untied my blindfold.
From the eyes of the mind.
And then I began to see.
At first, sleepy,
blurred, and painful.
Suddenly so much light!
God, so much light!
And me with me in one piece
and full of beautiful scars
in the middle of it!
With all my eyes wide open.
I never want to close them again,
until I close them completely.
