The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Picking Raspberries

Once the thicket opens and lets you enter
and the first berry dissolves on your tongue,

you will remember nothing
of your old life.

You can stay
in that country of sun and silence
as long as you like. To return,

you have only to look at your arms

and discover the long, red marks.

You will have invented pain
which has no place there.

Lisel Mueller
in The Need to Hold Still