in the heart’s rain
in the eye’s fog
in the winter’s smoky snow
in whirling snow
in storms
wind which wants to tear my coat off
legends stories
the blood red dawn of the mind
the warm spring between your thighs
the only haven
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If I met myself
after a few years
would I recognize myself
And these thoughts
what quarrels between them
What is it
the heart wants
why are the thought crying
I leave now
to return
Travel far
to be close
I have not planned to become something
and what I do is not a job
I am not collecting money or property
I am not saving my life for the future
I belong to the wind
but I live
and this seems to be the intention of life
today I live
here and now
and if that is too much
I won't be alive tomorrow
That is the way it is and so what
I leave to arrive,
go away to be closer.
Perhaps people only exist in my thoughts
Perhaps the sky only exists in my mind
When will I wake up and to what
For a long time I though
that one had to accomplish something
Now I just watch
listen
receive
Live
I would like to die
as I have lived
disappear among the tundra winds
be transformed into birdsong
I know
that you are waiting for a dawn
a wondrously beautiful future
I don't want to deny you that
because dreaming is the gift
of life
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