When I see the light
I drop the stone that I had held for a long time
looking for someone to be a target
I would dump my anger
my despair and sorrow
onto the target creature of the divine
I wanted to find excuses of all my misfortunes
all my wrongdoings from there
not to blame myself
When I see the light
I see my naked soul
it was a sinner’s cry
I cannot blame God
I would not blame my neighbors
I know that it was my hand with stones
In the light
I planted an acorn
Now it is a forest of acorns
Every morning I can
smell the acorns with the image
of love and peace everywhere.
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