birds: messages of spring

i can only type

letter for letter

my sores and wounds,

nothing can be denied

sinking is rising

and humankind

cannot rule,

all suffering

leads to light,

all what we will

not embrace

makes us dark

the raven visits,

his funny tales

make me laugh 

aloud.

he knows, imitation 

is not a sin,

he said it

and disappears

how when birds

come in flocks

swirling across

fields of snow,

how do they know

spring is coming

and why does it

feel like uprooting

pain out of frozen

ground? i listen, 

the scent of soil,

an orange moon tonight,

i hear my heart

beating with rhythms

disturbing the ice,

i warm my hands

at the fire, eat soup,

i fill with summer,

autumn, winter,

all is here 

all the same time.

me, melting, my

borders changing,

i must be alive

maybe i am in

love with essence,

but with my visions,

the prophecies,

can i be near?

can you hear?

i am the one

who comes with

the grass, the greening,

with the wheat and the rye, 

i came with apples,

but maybe i arrived to die.

holding on to a tree,

touching, tasting the bark,

i came to kiss and to see

but i am not yet born.