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