Not you,
your world is changing.
It is becoming cruel if you are cruel,
and graceful if you are full of grace.
Not you,
your world is changing.
Not you,
your world is changing.
It is becoming cruel if you are cruel,
and graceful if you are full of grace.
Not you,
your world is changing.
Do not be the place of your landing
for yourself,
for who else will give you wings
if you took them for yourself
to fly?
You are too big for the small in you,
for the small in you to resonate with the small
and not become deaf with the big.
You are too big for the small in you.
Give first, then take,
so that you will not take one last time.
Yours is not the body you are wearing.
Yours is the finality,
you rounded circle of infinity.
Accept it
and call me a bird
and I will fly with you.
Don’t dream of the oceans
lest a glass of water in your palm
become a stormy ocean,
while someone next to you
with a dry mouth.
Go to the end of your thought
so that the thought can find its beginning,
for if you ask with the answer within you,
whoever can answer you?
And there are no more steps forward,
just an abyss under your feet.
No one knows what silence sounds like,
because everyone who in this time is,
is just a tone.
Just as a tuning fork resonate after another tuning fork
so does silence resonate after another silence
if you are just silence.
If two people are joined by a third thing
and not just their own dream,
they open the paths for each other
from the dream of being present to actions
and not just from actions
to the presence of their own abyss.
Do not be afraid of the shadows of your body
cast by the sun that is not there.
It is enough to fall asleep on this side
so that the sun’s rays can wake you up on the other side.