a flame is singing

a storm is calling

it brews

in the motive of life

who says what

about value and norm

who raises the sword

of truth

 

with a clown in the ring

in tears and in joke

God shows us

the power that’s hidden

 

wherever we are

we make choice

wherever we are

we make trace

 

*

when the earth wants to hide

its head on your lap

and the ancient voice

starts to rise

when the trees no longer

recover their songs

and the birds

don’t feel their home

 

when the hope turns to dust

when knowledge is fog

the joy

is a pitiful beggar

 

wherever we are

we make choice

wherever we are

we make trace

 

*

from they who see behind

when the senses are burning

from they

who make the dreams real

from thought from talk

from town from land

from the heart

of wisdom in the soul

 

from the whisper of the harebell

from the belly of the whale

the rhythm of safety

is a claim

 

wherever we are

we make choice

wherever we are

we make trace

 

*

a fist is flaming

gives facts on the table

the life

shall be living just now

but what we decide

as keel and cargo

tells us

what’s going to happen

 

no matter who ever

gives you an order

it’s you

who say yes or no

 

wherever we are

we make choice

wherever we are

we make trace