als het leven gemakkelijk gaat,
waarom moeten we problemen creëren?
waarom moeten we stenen naar voren gooien
als er niets is gelegd?
loop rustig verder
adem de geur van het leven diep in
het is geen heiligdom
we kunnen tenminste de engelen horen zingen
hoewel het leven niet constant een blinq-blinq is…
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Maandag 26 augustus 2019
At 19.21 hrs.PM Dutch Time
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