Guardian
My guardian alights on my finger
and makes its nest in my smile
This guardian will not stop a bullet
for it is a wisp of cloud
and bears itself not for such a task
But my guardian lightens my heart
Makes it float weightless
among my troubles
And this is the greatest protection:
to walk through the needles of misfortune
the sharp edges of loss
and feel nothing but the lightness
of my own heart
and makes its nest in my smile
This guardian will not stop a bullet
for it is a wisp of cloud
and bears itself not for such a task
But my guardian lightens my heart
Makes it float weightless
among my troubles
And this is the greatest protection:
to walk through the needles of misfortune
the sharp edges of loss
and feel nothing but the lightness
of my own heart