Dear Sisyphus

The gods laughed and cried
as a heavy stone fell straight from your heart.
Uphill, in the sweat of thy face,
but the stone rolls down immediately.
Bring it up again. But why?
Because it is down, because you believe so,
and because you recognize the Gods
and Godesses’ smile
behind the expressions in their faces,
and because you see
flowers blooming over and over.

A stone weighs again significant in your heart.
But sit down under the shady tree
overflowing with sweet, juicy fruits.
You are more than welcome.
The sweat runs into your eyes,
so you do not notice the opportunity.