silence, let us be silent

in the playground of memories
don’t throw a ball like this
nostalgia is not about regrets but about
failed expectations
we dont soak ourselves in the rain
to catch cold,
we catch cold
because we enjoy getting soaked
causality is not bidirectional always
dont look for hopes in the embers
i have seen dance of death
today
let us play violin a bit slowly
death cant dance fast
death of ideas
death of a promise
not of a potential
and therefore throwing a ball
like this doesn’t make sense
weeds have grown in the playground
let us leave it now as it is
take care
cocklebur
will stick to your skirt
take care
monastery is waiting for you
go
pray
meditate
be silent
i want to be silent too