Have you ever seen ashes

Floating in the air after a wildfire?

People say ashes are dead.

They're white.

And white is the colour of death.

But

Sometimes, some ashes left are still burning

With a glimmering red light in their heart.

Don't you feel them living, then?

Be grateful for the living ashes.

Be grateful for the still-living Souls

Living among you.

Living among us.

Chasing away the grayness

Chasing away the grey Souls

Of resignation and daily life.

Be grateful for the red light they make you see

As they are still burning like beating hearts

Beaten hearts

Red ashes

Falling from a grey sky

Like a red lighthouse spotlight

In a pointless storm.