In the wind that tells the air,
I am surprised to stay still,
not to fly away,
to anchor myself to the roots of the restless earth.
The waking hours, at night at 4,
when the kitten meows,
the hours out of the dream of the stairs that go down and up,
 they are so white, so stellar.
A distant movement of clouds, noises, hisses and breaths,
while I imagine the night as a light traveler,
without baggage, without destination,
towards a horizon there,
behind the mountain peaks.
I got up,
with a candle in hand,
as in dreams,
like someone who wants to see in the dark,
and I saw the air, clear, very clean, transparent,
but I saw it and I was inside that air,
as if you were something touched, caressed,
and I had no fear of death.
What purpose would I exist if I were all contained within myself?
But I am contained by the air and this invisible container
I saw it for the first time last night.
Like looking through a transparent, crystalline glass.
The world is immensely foreign to me,
because I look beyond the peaks and see,
I see through the rock,
I see the breath of the animals in their burrows,
the men in their shelters, doubtful and insecure.
A dove's wing moves,
his presence sounds in the silence.
I go back to bed, I blow out the candle,
I get back into the air and sleep.
It doesn't matter who I am.
It doesn't matter what my name is.
I have seen the air and the fire of the eternal soul,
inside a breath of wind that was going away
but I stay here, on the bed,
and I dream of being able to save trees.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. utahan15
    Nov 14, 2022 @ 17:44:48

    born again
    ma friend


  2. Mother Wintermoon
    Nov 14, 2022 @ 20:06:13

    Achingly beautiful and moving from start to finish. So many lines resonated and felt like whispers of the soul. ❣️


  3. Conny Lundberg
    Nov 15, 2022 @ 06:25:51

    Reblogged this on Life, Death and all between.


  4. Conny Lundberg
    Nov 15, 2022 @ 06:26:51

    A wonderful poem illustrating the freedom of the spirit


  5. David Linebarger
    Nov 15, 2022 @ 23:14:44

    Nice poem.


  6. festo_sanjo
    Nov 21, 2022 @ 04:11:16

    What a nice poem. Diving deep into spiritual existence you find yourself thinking like the universe 💯


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