(@ R. Wehrman)
I want companions of passion,
who still ask how and why and what,
the way the sun comes up every morning.
We all climbed great mountains in the past,
and looked out over infinity;
so why sit and remember the old days,
sipping tea and talking like some
kind of experts on climbing?
Everywhere you look are new mountains:
making a living,
raising a family,
dealing with pain, illness and loss.
Your flatness of emotion
proclaims some secret knowledge
you think you possess about the Universe.
I want the passion of those who doubt,
who still crack open
trees and stones in their looking.
I want companions
who cry “Why Lord, Why?”
I need the company of brothers and sisters
who fall down dumb when they see
a flower or a sunrise,
who weep over animals dead on the roadside,
who dance with babies and small children,
who love strangers and friends
for no reason at all.
I want companions who have nothing figured out,
no answers on the shelves of their mind,
no money in the bank,
nowhere to retire to,
who will greet me as I greet them,
with open arms and laughter
in answer to my questions,
saying from their hearts,
“I have no idea at all— let’s go find out!”
Dank an meine Companions der YOGA Reise im Herbst 2018 und ihrer Neugier herauszufinden, worum es wirklich geht…