The pigeons fly away into the spaces of
the train station
The concrete huge pillars there symbolize
the nation
The sun is warmer today as Spring has now
started
Still in my heart I recall those who
have departed
The space between breaths is always there
giving life
Sometimes the pains in my chest feel sharp
as a knife
As I am invaded by recollections of what
used to be
But I am pervaded by a joy that insists
more to be free
So I learn to tolerate the loses by
accepting the gains
I am released from all bosses who have
caused pains
The simple sights and sounds are more than
sufficient
The emptiness I feel is not from a sense
of being deficient
The emptier I am the more I am open and
receptive
But this requires that I be constantly
alert and perceptive
— Jim Renda
