If I seem to be black, it´s because
I`ve been burnt in the fire.

If I seem to be white, it´s because
I contain all colors.

If I seem to be hard, it´s because
I´ve been sharpened like a knife.

If I seem to be brittle, it´s because
the winds
have blown straight through me.

If I seem to be heavy, it´s because
I carry the pain
of every living being.

If I seem to be light, it´s because
inside of me
a flock of birds lift up their wings to fly.


It´s like in Quantum Physics:

I´m not a particle,
but a wave.