This is as far as you’re allowed to go!
It’s forbidden to enter by force
inside the souls of the people
who are not ready
to meet you halfway.
You are not allowed to dig,
where they alone cannot yet dig.
They can’t take out their patched soul.
They dress it in masks and hide it behind the finger;
behind the little finger.
It can be seen, of course.
But you, in turn, have to pretend you don’t see it
and shut up,
so you don’t scare it.
You are not allowed to force his finger down.
It’s his finger;
or maybe of God’s,
telling you that you’re not allowed to step over the
Free will.
You are also not allowed to raise your finger threateningly,
judging.
You are only allowed to give the other soul time,
to remember that once, a long time ago, maybe just yesterday,
you couldn’t either.
Then all you have to do is envelop it in infinite gentleness,
and pray that one day he can,
and, at most, write a poem about it.
