I Walk A Little Above The Ground

“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

 

It’s in the eyes

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”   – Aldous Huxley

 

“Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you’ll see them all around you.”   – Jon Bon Jovi

 

“It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.”   – Ursula K. Le Guin

 

“Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.”   – Ismail Haniyeh

It’s in the eyes

I’ve always hated mirrors

They can tell nasty

Lies

How many of us look

As we want to

Individuality

Genetic keystone

Too many faces

Buried in cover-up

But underneath

What is really being

Concealed?

A blemish? Scars?

Or does it go much

Deeper?

One day I had to

Acknowledge the reason

Avoidance

Familial markings

Resemblance

To my abuser

All too real

Cannot be denied

But now I’ve learned to look

Further

Into my eyes

I begin to see the

Sparkle

Of light

That which is

Intrinsic, sets me apart

Splintering the genetic code

Variant, random variable or

In this case deviation?

Roguish, albeit compassionate

Laughter my persistent

Muse

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Bisous,

Léa