“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” – Carl G. Jung
“The more powerful and original the mind, the more it will incline to the religion of solitude.” – Aldous Huxley
“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.” – Albert Camus
I walk a little above the ground
I walk a little above the ground
In that place where birds
Are usually hit.
A little above the birds
In the place where they usually lean forward
To take flight
I fear dead weight
Because it is a scattered nest
I am slightly above what dies
On that slope where the word is like bread
A little in the palm of the hand that breaks it
And like the silence that attends my writing I do not separate
I walk lightly above what I say
And I pour blood into my words
I walk a little above the poem’s transfusion
I walk humbly through the word’s outskirts
a passer-by one invisible step above earth
In that place of trees with fruit and trees
Engulfed by fire
I’m a little inside what burns
Slowly dwindling and feeling thirsty
Because I walk above power to satiate whoever lives
And I squeeze my heart out for what descends on me
And drinks
Daniel Faria 1971-1999
Bisous,
Léa
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