I find it impossible to describe in words how it feels to stand next to a Finnish lake, surrounded by trees, looking at the endless sky and smelling the water, the “fragrance of deepest peace”. Thus, I decided to borrow the immortal words of the Fiinnish poet Eino Leino. The following poem is called “Peace” and it was written in 1898.
What is this fragrance around me?
What is this quietness?
What is this knowledge of peace in my heart?
What strange, great, new thing is this?
I can hear the flowers growing
and the talk of the trees in the wood.
I think all my old dreams are ripening,
all the hopes and the wishes I sowed.
Everything’s quiet around me,
Everything’s gentle and sweet.
Great flowers are opening up in my heart
with a fragrance of deepest peace.