Blessed be the one

The birds fly away ruthlessly, with a mission. Their flapping wings mock me, for my dreams. I dream once again, though. Of a soft pillow, upon which I sleep peacefully. Under the star and the moon. The star close to the moon, but only close enough to make it more beautiful.

Blessed be the one who lives on a mountain, to cry a river
Blessed be the one who lives by a sea, pining to reach the sky

Blessed be the rich one who knows not what hunger means
Blessed be the poor one who knows not what food should taste like

Blessed be the one who looks under the carpets and in the corners for reasons
Blessed be the one who asks a hundred questions, not seeking an answer for any

Blessed be the one who kills and looks his victim in the eye
Blessed be the one who loves but cannot say it out aloud

Blessed be the one who sees white as white and black as black
Blessed be the one who sees all the greys and more than that

Blessed be the one living in blissful ignorance
Blessed be the one who is cursed with knowledge

Blessed be the living, the dead, and the unborn

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