Archive for August 1, 2014

In charge

Between the reed that stopped its dancing
and my thoughts, slowed down as well,
a cloud pops up inside the endless blue,
keeps hanging still above my head
until a black birds screams an order
and wind returns to move the reed,
to urge the cloud go on it’s way,
and I remember: nature is in charge of all.

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Change

Following patterns in the sand
I realize that every move is made up in the mind
and change begins with one step forward.

A bird sets off to find a new horizon;
no map, no schedule to prepare his trip
but he’s confident. His wings are spread.

Following patterns in the sand
but only to the waves, and then
I make my mind up to be free and go as well.

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