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We set out to master the earth; tracks left on the way through Even then the day swims through our days of time We fall asleep; tired and dream even more really of tomorrow We fill our lungs and feel the hills through tired legs And only vaguely see the old world, in the faces, by the road Nightfall comes and insects are in the air; singing to our tent We eat our fill at supper and listen to strange language And inwardly we are strengthened, for we have the power to not understand For our friend is the sun going down and we can see into the night The sun moves across the sky, and shows us our way We seek home again today and unpack for camp tonight The soft sound of air around our faces, and we are at home as we move on In Kairos time around the world |
