A healing poem is for a starving soul.
It's a serenade for ears lost in the noise.

In my lifetime
I can heal much sadness.

The better,
I can create now

If I move steadily,
If I move quickly,
In my eyes lives the purpose.

In our lifetime
Many more sisters and brothers can
Rise for the common purpose.

The better,
We can create now.

We can heal much emptiness
If we move quickly,
If we move steadily,

It begins in my mind,
It begins in your mind,
It unfolds before our eyes.