Poetics
From a high-circling flight
with a deep dive down.
The raw squeal of
an irrevocable end
under his claws.
and than
all of the sudden silence
descending with 2 feathers...
A shaman woman,
in a twisting tower(smoke?)
of burning sage
with the 2 feathers
in her hand,
entering
the sacred wordless space
of a deeply blocked soul.
She sees
A third silence...
This time in perfect peace!
She sees
Free flight,
once
on a bird
with heavenly blue in his wings,
now
included
in the hawk and the woman
who gets up from the bed.
She sees
Essence...
so infinitely free
in shape!
Je thym
Mai 2023