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Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Why, Oh Why , Woody Guthrie
diary note
all what looks simple is deeply complex,
and all what is complex can be so simple within one single moment
and all what is complex can be so simple within one single moment
rites of passage
leaving in-between
to be nowhere,
porous, still numb,
i sit, a candle flickers,
i listen to my heart,
my breath touching
something in a void,
you or me, gone.
ghosts come and go,
i know them, let them be,
all is to pass,
nothing to hold.
i read to you, to me,
voice near breaking,
i stumble, i fall,
nothing holds me,
nothing is right,
nothing is wrong,
i can hear me,
i forget who.
i let all go,
all comes back
and all noise
is so loud in silence.
do i feel pain?
i don't know.
not to know,
not to define,
but it must be me
who sits at the edge,
listening, listening,
the candle flickers.
and i wonder who
i will be
when i break the
cocoon i have spun.
i cannot feel you,
i have missed you
until i left
missing you.
what i let go,
what i give away,
it comes back in
waves of pain.
rites of passage,
a candle, a voice,
a place i don't know,
i broke the flow
and rivers take me,
maybe to islands,
maybe to the sea,
here i sit and breathe,
here i grow dreams,
roots, leaves and rings,
all i have found
is rites of passage
to be nowhere,
porous, still numb,
i sit, a candle flickers,
i listen to my heart,
my breath touching
something in a void,
you or me, gone.
ghosts come and go,
i know them, let them be,
all is to pass,
nothing to hold.
i read to you, to me,
voice near breaking,
i stumble, i fall,
nothing holds me,
nothing is right,
nothing is wrong,
i can hear me,
i forget who.
i let all go,
all comes back
and all noise
is so loud in silence.
do i feel pain?
i don't know.
not to know,
not to define,
but it must be me
who sits at the edge,
listening, listening,
the candle flickers.
and i wonder who
i will be
when i break the
cocoon i have spun.
i cannot feel you,
i have missed you
until i left
missing you.
what i let go,
what i give away,
it comes back in
waves of pain.
rites of passage,
a candle, a voice,
a place i don't know,
i broke the flow
and rivers take me,
maybe to islands,
maybe to the sea,
here i sit and breathe,
here i grow dreams,
roots, leaves and rings,
all i have found
is rites of passage
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