Exist, O Bird

The totalitarian loss of my days,

relinquished into the hands of

broken Time.

Who is ready to be saved?

The winds are passing,

tearing us apart,

but what shall stay?

In my obedience, I am freed.

The rule, the Law,

it doesn't change, but my Mind can be loosed,

and my Soul freed from terrible bondage,

like a captive released,

the immortal emancipation of the Heart

which is the project of all Life.

Time is no evil,

She is only waiting

for wisdom to take us,

turn us into something

capable of sight.

For flight is of the Bird,

and the cage is irrelevant

when within is the Sky.