Peace inside, Peace outside (The sun burns too much II)

Here, again, air, lungs, heart. 
From a turmoil to the next one... skywalking over them...
but sitting right in the middle, where you can see the world turn and twist,
but remain serene... calm... kind.

It's not a matter of life turning its back on itself
life saying no to life...
or is it???

Why then, do the good people leave this place,
and the ones who are corrupted on the inside, remain,
corrupting outside... again and again.. and more and more.
Making more cracks in the already thin ice.
Judging. Killing. Starving. Making cry. Cultivating ignorance, greed, anger, pain.
What kind of a garden is that? That is the valley of death, the valley of tears.
Fear not.

Justice, equality I would say, if for every one of the good people that leave
at least 10 of the corrupted left as well, at least.
THAT WOULD MAKE THE GARDEN A LITTLE MORE EVEN.
Some fruits there, some more opportunity for beauty over here.
But it seems that the evil doers can endure all this pain and suffering, and much more.
In fact, they even seem happy by doing this, wearing the most hipocrite mask they've found.
Hierba mala nunca muere. 


Who knows? I'm not the one to judge, God saved me from that burden.
Let him have it. Have the huge responsability, of judging. And being fair.
Deciding how to unroot every evil plant, every evildoer.
One day.
One day he might lean over his garden, and put some celestial order
GODSPEED.

What remains is what I can do.
Peace inside
Peace ouside.

Because outside, the sun burns too much.
And the flames might get even bigger.