Poem

Once a scolar asked the master

“What is your way to craft a poem?”

And the master said:

“It is actually more like catching a butterfly

You cannot search for it really

You have to be attentive, calm and unexcited

But it is surely important

not to stare at your own feet

and to always have your net at hand

and to be swift and audacious

when a poem flies by

Don't pin it to some showcase though

there it dries out and dies

You see now: the Soul is not crucified by these words

we still fly!”