Bardo

BARDO

I think,

I don’t think.

I am inbetween

sleep and waking,

doing and not doing

hovering

between worlds.

I am  a ship

riding the tides,

I swing through an eddy,

catch a backcurrent

near an unknown shore.

Forgotten by the waves

I am here

and I am no more.

I cannot sleep,

I cannot wake

I see no stars

in the mirror of this night.

I see no sun

in this glaring day.

I hear no one

but blood thumping

 my eardrums

I grow roots in the air,

bleached by salt.

My heart drunken

 with blackness

 in this bottomless sea.

There is a  witch,

she stands in the door

but she holds not power

nor broom

I have no legs,

I cannot walk.

I have no wings,

I cannot fly.

In the birdless shadow

I cannot talk

nor sing

So much water

but I am dry.

The dance is finished,

the last echo of this song

gone in a silent wind

My desert needs rain

and a voice.

Then I may rise

with the clouds

and write on the walls