Ne mérd...

 



Ne mérd


Hó vagy tehát.

Ne mérd magad az esőhöz

se szélhez,

ne, ne mérd az idő fokát.


Eső.

Ne mérd magad a télhez,

te zöld életet adó

magát viharnak, s hónak

hazudó,

ha hazudó,

ám ha kell, hazudva is de

tápláló

életet adó erő vagy.


Szél.

Ne mérd magad a szellőhöz

legyen bár könnyed

legyen a Te könnyed

esőt hozó

vagy tavaszt, szerelmet

vágyat talán.

Ne mérd, nem érdemes.


Ember.

Ne mérd magad, nem érdemes.

Gyermek lehetsz,

játékkal figyelemmel,

vagy felnőtt, ki irányít

országot

embereket

ne mérd magad ezekhez,

nem érdemes,

Te ugyanúgy egyedi vagy

hálás,

hogy lehetsz.


Gyermek.

Játékaidat ne mérd máséhoz

mert pont ezért te játékaid azok

akik Neked teremtettek:

játsszatok.


Művész.

Ki fest, ki énekel,

balladát írogat,

ki kiállítást nyitogat,

ki könyvét csomagolja össze

mert nem kell kiadónak

egy se,

ne mérd, sikered fokát

az idő fogát

a művészet ármányát,

a tehetségedet,

ne mérd.


Gyémánt.

Csiszolt-csiszolatlan,

búvik, meglapul

a sarokban,

a kés beletörik,

de követ morzsára darál.

Ne mérd szépséged

az idő múlásához

annak vasfogához

a Nap ragyogásához,

a hó csillogásához,

ne mérd,

mért tennéd?


Gyémánt vagy,

csillogásod nem oltja ki

nem szórja rá csillogását másra,

mint ahogy

egymás sikere sem oltja,

nem befolyásolja

a sokaságét.


Ne mérd.

Tudom, nehéz.

Hisz azt tanították

máshoz képest nem érsz semmit,

de ne, ne mérd,

most az egyszer ne mérd

a Te sikered nem az övék,

s nem tapos senki sem halálra.


Évek tanítását

nehéz eltörölni,

de ne mérd, inkább

nézd a csodát, aki

Te magad vagy,

saját sikereidnek

saját kovácsa.

Te is kellesz, hogy

inkább,

együtt

mint egy közös egész,

jussunk el a Nap ragyogásába.



(2o21 július 25.)


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