Theres a speed in which things calm down.
Theres a way in which all is bliss.
Theres nothing here of renown:
Whatever touched, has touched.
Theres a look that heads only here.
Theres a place that fell in deep.
Theres nothing distant anymore:
She whos gone, has gone.
That which is lost, will go on being lost.
Theres a speed the size of a hand,
theres a speed in which things calm down.
Theres a speed which doesnt rush,
theres a stopping that doesnt stop.
Whoever has traveled, will travel on.
translated from Hebrew by Peter Cole
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