I can make a rhyme out of my vision ! 🤩

Another world begins between us

I dream of another time,
of people ready for togetherness.
Where what one owns no longer counts,
nor what rank and place one holds.

Where no one asks: “What do you believe?”
And being different leaves no unrest.
Where everyone may walk their path
and we try to understand one another.

For we do not have to think the same,
to give each other trust.
We do not have to walk the same paths,
to look forward together.

I dream of community anew,
not prescribed, not all the same.
Of people who carry one another,
who seek and ask together.

Where knowledge flows from hand to hand,
where skills create a new bond
between people,
instead of framing everything in money alone.

Where freedom and responsibility
remain together – old and young.
Where the strongest does not always win,
but we are human beings for one another.

Where technology becomes a tool once more,
that helps and serves instead of leading us.
Where progress is not measured only by
what is possible, fast, and greater,

but also asks: What serves life?
What can we give to one another?
What helps human beings to be free
and fits into the whole?

I dream of a world that understands:
That no one stands above the Earth.
We are not masters over life,
the Earth is only entrusted to us.

Her water also flows through our blood,
her soil nourishes us, gives us courage.
Her breath is also our being –
we are not separate, we are a part.

I dream of small communities,
creating new things together.
Where people know each other by name
and do not part merely as strangers.

And each of these small worlds
does not have to stand on its own.
From place to place a bond is formed,
from person to person, from land to land.

It is not sameness that unites us.
Not that everyone thinks the same.

Diversity in connectedness
be our path into a new time.

For every person can give something.
And everyone may also receive help.
No one possesses the whole alone –
yet everyone can be a part of it.

Perhaps we call that which connects us
love that finds itself in the other.

Perhaps consciousness, creation, source,
an inner light, a gentle wave.

Perhaps it needs no name at all.
Perhaps what we have in common is enough:

The longing to live more humanely
and to give more to one another again.

For what truly connects us to one another
is perhaps not what our thinking invents.
Not which truth each one sees –
but that which happens between us.

That is why I will no longer wait
for others to start a new world for us.

It begins in an open gaze,
in a hand reaching back.

In a conversation that truly understands.
In a person who walks with another.
In the sharing of knowledge, of time and bread.
In being there for one another – even in need.

Not against the world that exists today.
Not against the person walking different paths.

Not through struggle shall new things arise –
we want to begin to live it by example.

Perhaps it grows quietly and small at first,
a thought, a person, a being together.

Yet from many small lights, someday,
a new morning may perhaps dawn.

That is why the New Time begins
not tomorrow and not somewhere far away.

It begins in me.
It begins in you.

And when from I and You a We arises,

when human stands beside human once again,

when we do not ask what separates us,
but seek that which connects us and knows us,

then hope becomes reality,
and a thought turns into togetherness.

And perhaps we will realize someday:

The new world never began anywhere out there.

It began very softly –
within us.

And it became visible
between us.