Certainty is feeding the flame,
that one day you'll come
and knock on that heavy stone door.

That old woman,
you recognize her ?
Tell her your Life
while she snuffs out the candle
that called your name.

That is your home coming.
Shed your flesh like a coat,
and be welcome.
You are not a stranger.
Your mother,
the wrinkled grey stone
has you back again.
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english translation by
Evalinde Krammer

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