Posts Tagged With: soul

…still wondering

Like a blue yo-yo ball, the earth swings back and forth towards a child’s fist. The child is content like God before the seventh day. It rains with indifference for hours and it is still spring. All humans blessed to be alone stay like seeds and yeast in their shells without the hope of any rising.

An entire district of churches, polished and gilded, rose over hearts. No more place for public toilets, no more gutters for beggars. They sleep shoulder to shoulder, their eyes hollowed out by hunger or thirst. It smells again like dead souls, they all fall from the tree of life like apples baked on the stove, sizzling, sprouting juice and cracking on the peel. The core shows up as if it were pus under the surgeon’s blade. A flood of souls is deleted from the big list.

I come back from the market with empty bags. My neighbor has a bitter-sweet smile today, like a thread of fabric torn from the hem. The small old lady from the attic passed away. She had her rhyme poems in print at some publishing house and a photo from her youth on the cover. She begged for a soup helping and shared with vagabond cats. When I hear that another human blessed to be alone died, it feels like pressing a too ripe pear with the thumb. Against my will a dimple appears, and it doesn’t taste like honey anymore.

In my room it smells like mold more and more. My bedroom is a pantry with rotten fruits between bed sheets. It looks like I will remain a worm this spring, before becoming the ant left prisoner in a deserted mole. From my white flesh only a few fat sparrows from the nearby monastery will taste. No one escapes from the common pit, except for those who know how to dig.

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naturam animae

they crucified a man in all his might

first they made him smaller
until the eyes were pin heads
and the body like a matchstick
didn’t weigh more than a dewdrop
on the snail’s tentacle

then they made him silent
buried all his words in a worn-out ditch
of an old playing record

finally they stretched him entirely
upon the small wheels of a pocket watch
hidden at the back

eventually it ticks on Easter

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Roses and Diamonds

I shall overcome you
my hands are blazing torches
more powerful than any poison
they will burn down your green envy
cold lightnings calculated bursts
I won’t stumble I won’t fall
stepping between rattlesnakes
when darkness shrouds your crypt

stone figures are watching me
building walls around
I don’t care about others’ judgement
I’m just a human soul believing
a rose is more important
than a diamond

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Ice and Fire

A bud from a stone, a light down in the wind,
My puzzled eyes aiming an acanthus flower,
Stars falling again on this white temple columns,
The sky wrapping all in a blanket of felt.

The night pushes further my heart’s customs line,
Where orange and red are slowly dissolving,
The earth within me and its whole fleeting life
Pass without their shadow through fiery ice.

Closer and closer, blue in my dreams,
Trembling volcanoes are lost amid waters.
At dawn, under arches, ruins and smoke,
The sun’s foggy phantom searches his way.

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