bird and tree
touching your branches with my wings
somewhere inside us
we are bleeding into one
looking at us
i see us without faces
what can be seen
branches and wings
flying high – wings touching wings
looking down – wondering is it me and you I am seeing
– branches touching branches – down there?
am I both bird and tree?
both you and me?
have we both branches and wings?
at the same time?
in the same being?
spark of life
gently circling leading and following
into the great unknown
from where we once came. There
is no hurry
having all the time in the world
being all the time in the world
bleeding into one
we are the spark of life
before becoming the spark of life
floating on snowflakes
drowning in drops of water
resting in pulses so slow
that we hardly know we exist
but we do – just before the spark of life
becomes the spark of life
Written/sketched while listening to