time out ~
Sandhaan: If you can play with your body,
you will be free from it.
Mira: I’ve let my body play with me.
I now invite the words to play.
Then, I will invite Him.
i fly
up the sky
and walk on the clouds
till one of them will swallow me
again
for a second.
i close my eyes
and open them again
to see the worlds
i love.
light white shadows
on dark white
dark white shadows
on light white
white lines between
the written lines
which ones to read?
the smile of a princess, the tear of a beggar?
nobody hears the song
of the poppy flower
chasing the butterfly
everyone eats
the fruit
of forbidden thought.
words are sounds
like sounds can be words
if you seek a meaning _
they can only fail to sing
the nectar of silence.
if music is a state of mind
if death is an instant of life
if poetry is a mood of the heart
and life an instant of time,
while you sing your dream
i rime these lines
and look for a place
to fly.
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