White Tongue Poem by Zyw Zywa

Not the war makes the warrior
but his peace
with the ending

....My gates are open
....energy is flowing in
....my face shines from it

....I live, I don't distract you
....with golden hair, I am
....life, bald and unadorned

Not: I survive with hope
but with inner peace
with the ending

....I don't leave me
....I don't withdraw
....in pain and sorrow

....I let life flow in and out
....I'm standing in the light
....in which we find each other

I am not here as a sick person
but in my hard-fought peace
with the ending

....My chest breathes up and down
....my dear body hurts
....I radiate it

....With hot water I wash
....off flakes and sighs
....and I stretch out, cautiously