the way of the gods
is not mine,
they dance silently
across the skies
they walk clouds
with a laughter
and rain comes
to bless the soil
me means stumbling
across stumps and stones,
carrying luggage
out in the cold
my suffering is earthly
and such is my joy.
other humans in despair,
loaded with misfortune,
bleeding and in pain,
show me how small i am,
they teach me to be
and to ignore the gods
seeking truth, i fail,
my journey, erring
within the medusa
of the mind,
leads to the heart
which cries out
like a bird at night,
wounded in terror
until i find,
clearing the bushes,
my tongue kissing
springwater
in the stillness
of wild roses,
breathing,
alone and not alone.
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