The same

With the acceptance of the cross, he remained “the same”
and not “the other” lost in the distances of time.

And “the same” is his father, brother, and son.
And to “the same” he is a father, a brother and a son
here and now as a loft to the swallows,
who came home from afar without maps and compasses,
because they were led by “the same”.

Only “the others” inside their own casts
do not know whence and where
the echoes are leading them.

For endless distances are within ourselves
and “the same” a bird that flies forever to itself,
because it has nowhere else to go.
And outside just a world of endless deceptions
promising a home.

But “the other” that promises birds a home
has abandoned journeys
and is leading birds into the abyss
as the mother a son if the son becomes her lord, lover, and spouse.