And in the darkest hour...

    phothography by Steichen
...who needs the one who understands?
To be understood brings no comfort.
Who wants to wake anotherone¨s darkness?
My lake lies still
inmidst high woods.
Animals drink of its water, comfort their thirst,
refresh their bodies, even take a glimpse of their reflexion.
My lake lies still
until the rains fall.
The drops from heaven
 become my own,
 making me deeper.
The winds touch me
I become angry and strong.
Do I have to know  why?
Does anybody have to understand?
No comfort in being understood.
To be should be enough.
Maybe I should count the raindrops.
Maybe I should measure the amount of water,
check the age of the trees, make statistics
of animals dropping by more often than others.
Maybe I should know
what lives in me and how it procreates.
Do I have to have knowledge?
No comfort in knowledge.
To be should be enough.
And when I share
I should see a light.
This light should be enough.
Though my sight is dimmed 
I  focus on the light.
I share nothing that is mine.
I share everything that I am.


                                                                                         jadoablu