Judges

From close they stand

Attempting scrutiny

Eyes they try to gaze

at the soul

In a measure of gesture

from the lining of actions

they pretend to touch

the meaning

Silently they dream of

people as machines

that could be fixed

into rationality

But the soul wanders,

Far from any place

where to be ever

seen

And whilst the Hand

yet lurks searching

it never holds it's

very shadow

Judge ye not

Blindness is not

a righteous sword

nor pure rain

If always the warden

Never the prophet

(that bird always

endangered)

So keep the secrets

you do not know

the box of evils

where hope hides

Judge ye not

Close the doors

to the fields of Hell,

winters of solitude

Let us be flying

unknowingly falling

Let us be lovers

infinite and ephemeral

Condemned to freedom

and lost in meaning

Smiling at the sun

gilding and burning

We are the first humans

Judge us not.

2011