I feel sorry for the people who fear to be alone;
Who can’t go to the bathroom without one to hold their hand.
They seem to need a t.v. or a mindless telephone.
They like the noise of crowds and cars and airplanes when they land.
(painting of The Milky Way by Miguel Cartagena in the Koricancha Temple in Cusco, Peru)
They’ll never know the sound of stars that circle in the night,
Or songs the mountains sing us at the rising of the sun.
They’re just so busy asking if everything’s alright
That they never even notice if they’re having any fun.
Without friends and family life would have a hollow ring.
If we couldn’t share the joy and pain we’d probably come apart.
But we need time and silence just to listen and to think.
In solitude alone we hear the beating of the heart.