The slowness is drawing its circles.
From time to time it prevents eruptions of hectic activity,
lets stress spill over.
It stands in the way, both arms outstretched;
in the narrow gorge of the valley of longing.
And yet one cannot get out without it;
from this steep rock formation, too angular and steep.
It is strong, calm and steady.
Only it is able, with its patience,
which is also mine,
to turn stone into sand,
to turn sea into land –
It is the decisive force,
or rather the accident of change.
Coupled with serenity, contentment and peace and quiet
There are no barriers
except for the opposition: the rush.
Find the feeling of strength in the calm,
only it survives the clutches of time.