The wanderer

And as I pin my bones

deep down inside this chair,

I stretch my legs onto the seas

in hope to find you there.

We shall grow fish scales on our soles

and algae in our hair.

And as I dye my elbows

in bloody corporate red,

I arch my arms onto the skies

my feather-fingers spread.

The wind shall carry our good byes,

on airy star dust threads.

And as I tuck my children

in bedsheets stained with hope,

I cast my thoughts down the abyss

To bargain for some rope.

For what are bones but anchors moored

in dreams kaleidoscopes?

The dance of lovers

It is nothing from you I want,

nothing you could give up

in order to complete me.

Not your love nor your freedom,

not the story of who you were

nor the dream of who you are becoming.

Yet it is of you I thirst,

of the truth that pours from your lips

when your mind falls into silence.

It is of you I hunger,

of the sweet nectar that emanates from your body

when you loose yourself in your senses.

It is of you I lust,

of the ecstasy that rises from your touch

when your fingers run wild throughout the forest.

It is of you I yearn,

of the gentleness that lights up your eyes

when your tears yield for forgiveness.

It is of you I remember,

of the seed you sowed in my heart

when you spoke my name for the first time.

It is of you I need,

of the life that you shelter in your breath

when you let yourself flow with the river to the sea.

Yet it is not I who needs of you,

it is the flame in me that needs to reunite

with the flame in you.

Can you not feel your own flame

calling onto me:

‘it is of you I need’?

Yet your fear of me

as the prey fears of its hunter,

reluctant to surrender to the feast of life.

You suspect of me

as the blind is suspicious of his light,

unsuspecting of the rainbow arching beneath his brows.

You deny of me

as the deaf denies his own voice

unaware of the symphony playing in his heart.

You disapprove of me

as the fool disapproves of his own power

uneager to take his place in the family of things.

Yet I still stand here

with my roots embedded into the yolk of my land

and my wings orbiting the path of the stars.

I claim what is mine

for this is my place

and I have the right to be here.

I am here to remember

who I am, woman,

keeper of wisdom and grace.

I am here to learn how

to look beyond my own reflection

of mirrors in mirrors in mirrors.

I am here to dance with you

the dance of lovers until

we become the vessel of love.

The whisper

And when you get so weary from following the sun,

You rest your shadows by the moon

when daylight comes undone.

The forest whispers to itself the prayer of the wind,

You lean your bones against a tree

and listen to it sing.

Your longing is a freedom-song of flawless violins,

You stroke the chords of yellow gold

that shiver through your skin.

You speak your voice with starling words that murmur in the air,

They linger at my kingdom gates

to lure me out of there.

My guardians suspiciously forbid your entering,  

‘Do let me in to quench my thirst

Yield to my offering.’

I climb the mountain next to yours and settle on its spire,

and as you kindle your own flame

I too ignite a fire.

However far apart we stand on manmade temple stones,

Our flames are twins that burn in love

the whole of human thrones.

And when you get so weary from kindling your flame,

You rest your ashes by the moon

when daylight turns to pain.

Inner bird

Once, I swallowed a bird
Now, it lives inside of me
Inside my ribcage
Who am I
I ask
I became a human birdcage
a bird captive inside of me.
Sometimes, I feel its wings
fluttering against my inner walls
I open my mouth to speak
Instead
A bird song comes out of my mouth
A liberation song
Yearning to break free from inside of me.
At other times, I nest from the inside out
As the bird lays its eggs
Inside my heart
I become a giant
Enormous
Human
Bird shelter.
On sun days I pretend
To be normal
I close my eyes
So the warmth won’t hatch my inner eggs
I walk around,
Sun less, warmth less, bird less
Yet I always carry a hidden nest.
On moon days I ask my self
What am I supposed to do
To free my bird
Am I supposed to die
Or am I supposed to fly
Is there an inner sky
Where everything floats and flows on.Today I see my selfAs a bird turned inside outWith my feathers and wings withinA bird that has forgottenHer feathers and wingsA skyless, wingless birdRemembering herself.

open the door

there's a wind that moves me
it moves me to my core
it keeps me up at midnight
it makes me long for more

there is a fire that burns me
it burns me to my core
it keeps me warm in winter
it makes of me a whore

there is a tree that guides me
it guides me to my core
it keeps my backbone anchored
it roots me to the floor

there is a sea that drowns me
it drowns me to my core
it keeps me moist in drought times
it makes my waters pour

there is a love that fills me
it fills me to my core
it keeps my heart wide open
it makes me loose my war

The other body

Imprisoned in my body, a different body lies
More subtle of expression, less liable of ties
It bears the scars of elders, it heals the wound of age,
It wears its wings and feathers, it sheds all fits of rage.

Imprisoned in my body, a different body sings
More 'tuned to earth and nature, less bound to earthly things,
It sings without partition, it talks without a word,
It loves without a reason, it prays without a lord.

Imprisoned in my body, a different body hides
More grasping of sensation, less keen on virtue rides,
It longs to break its wrist chains, it craves for open air,
It dreams of seas and highways, it yearns to flee this chair.

Yet, as I move my body, the other body moves,
More free with every movement, less reticent to grooves,
They sync their hearts and centres, they merge their wills and sounds,
They blend their inner whispers as they dance on common ground.

mirror in mirror

the I in your eye
the you in my eye
mirror in mirror
fall from the sky
or fly?!
till mirrors brake
and eyes awake
to see
there's no I in eye
nor bird in sky
there's only the gaze
and the flight to amaze
us