The Abstraction of the Shadow

He who trembles seeks a shield,
But only vulnerability leads to life.
Pity is but a mask when fear hides behind the soul,
Only then does Love become a silent star.

He who speaks of peace – lives in war,
In the silence, terrible battles are hidden,
When loyalty becomes an invisible cage,
And freedom becomes threateningly bitter.

Those who scream of innocence carry
A hidden, black judgment within their hearts.
And in dark gardens, secretly grows
A tree of wrath, which they call “Paradise.”

Oh, Human Soul! Your garden is a danger.
In it lives both the prophet and the cripple.
For light and darkness, mercy and punishment –
Are two wings of one lonely love.

And only in she who asks for no salvation,
Does the Tree of Truth have its roots.
She does not hide – she sees everything.
She carries both the darkness and the light within herself.