Today I cannot talk to you about sweetness and softness.
Today I will say nothing of the spring breeze that comes green and fragrant
I will not mention the foam that crowns the waves of the sea dawn
and I won’t talk about the taste of the freshly baked bread.
Today I don’t want to talk to you about lukewarm kindness and compassion.
Today we have to talk about our situation.
What do we do with that long-time lover
with which we fear and love fear?
What do we do with the seduction of its destructive dreams?
What do we do with the violence that it instills in us
and leads us to annihilate in the name of protection?
How do we convince our children
that we create ever more lethal weapons
to protect them
or else
to go hunting?
How do we confess to our children that we are addicted to weapons and violence
and that soon they will be too?
How do we explain to children that we create ever more destructive weapons
for which we hope they don’t drop dead one day?
Is it like when the doctor tells us that his prescription drug benefits to us
are greater than their possible adverse effects?
Dare we tell the children
that our love for violence and weapons
is greater than our love for them?
Let’s be honest.
Let’s change this anger that we carry inside
for rebellion against death.
Let’s transform.
So
let’s dive into ourselves
until we grab the gripped shackles
and let’s pull them until their claws break and they come loose.
Then we blindfold and gag them
we take them out of town
and we leave them there to die.
To do this
let us persuade the deities.
That they may invite us to share their will.
May the goddesses infuse us with their uncontrollable strength
Let them fill us with their inexhaustible light
and cover us with their glory.
Let’s ask the deities for our awakening
so we can again be tender infants
and that we may be in love with life once again.
Only then we will be
the greenery and the sweet breeze
the dawn foam.
And we shall be bread.
