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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

neighbour owl

the owl , my neighbour,
calls this night,
very near,  such
beauty in the sound

of my solitude.
know i have left
all the tears i needed
to cry,

i have no need of
sadness and despair.
feel no wish to control
and i will take

what is given.
nothing, nobody
will dominate my spirit,
do not need to be

free because i am.
the voice of the owl
in the forest at night
is welcome with my soul.

my friends are welcome.
i didn't leave a path
but a trace,
more for birds and frogs

to sing
than for angels to come.
there is a bird now
outside my window,

i hear clearly
how we do not sleep
this hour.
though i don't know

who i am,
i feel and see
where no eyes
can go.

why explain
that i am here
when all is present
and when i

am present in all.
my neighbour, the owl
does not question
nor discuss but

reaches me
in my bed.
don't make love
with owls

and this is not
the time:
i am alone
have returned

to now,
and tenderness
comes many ways,
breathing with me,

soothing the hour
of pain which 
i let go
and bringing a

scent of the sea
through the eye of a storm
which has arrived and gone
long long ago,

leaving salt, blood
and confusion
and a new green
in the fields of the day.

this is all
and all is this, 
and words divide
innocence by words














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