I respect the keys of my PC,
a piece of paper in my pocket,
every movement of the hands of the clock.
I respect the traces of coffee mugs on my desk,
each telling a different story.
I respect every word I hear,
every eye I see,
every movement of muscles
on every face I see.
I respect my feet,
the way they rise,
the way they move forward
and love the earth again.
I respect the silence in myself,
peace that passes all understanding,
peace that does not care
whether it is understood or not.