the heart a bird,
broken-winged,
hopes for release,
needs to fly.
to rise above the
seeds of dandelion,
shimmering with light,
shimmering with light,
above the smoke of fires.
above the stink and noise
of men and cities,
the wailing of newborns
and the terrors of war,
through words,
beyond the cage
in which all means nothing,
not only to birds.
i‘d tear off the bandages,
feel the pain, keep it mine,
fight and be free,
no fear to fail, to crash.
no bird fears the sky
nor to fly, no heart
fears love nor closeness,
only the human mind brings
torture, blocks the unfolding
of wonder, the growth of
weeds, stops and circles
in its own tracks, blind.
no bird fears the sky
nor to fly, no heart
fears love nor closeness,
only the human mind brings
torture, blocks the unfolding
of wonder, the growth of
weeds, stops and circles
in its own tracks, blind.
but still, being a man
i long for this kiss,
the falling away of
bonds, of language,
the doors to open,
the sky to come
as caress, the wild
wind to take us home,
the storm shaking
prophecies and signs,
destroying the paths,
uprooting the desert,
rains to wash the soul,
the earth, to soak in
my blood the seeds
of all what can be,
me neither human nor
bird nor i,
me must be reborn
alone and not alone,
must die and be dream.
though i learned better
to stay with love
like an eagle in the wind,
i can be filled with doubt
of where i 'belong'.
in reflection and in the mirror of you
i see how much nothing means anything,
what i do, feel, think, say.
this makes me humble.
though i will stay vulnerable,
i grow stronger and stronger.
i wait for your often fickle heart
and your confusion, your ingenious muddled head
to let go and clear and come. i can accept and love-
and also i know i can go away if you should cut
the newborn branches,
they will be only cut for you but not for me.
i grow anyway, but this is not I.
since birth and maybe before i felt i do not belong here.
it is a strange feeling which i indeed share with
most western educated humans, probably even with many
domestic animals.
by now i feel much more home in the here and now
which must be mine as it must,
it is neither place nor time.
and i'd like to share,
even if with seagulls and horses.
not in any language i learned.
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