In the drifting place of the wind.
Heaven
tells me to speak in silent words.
They say you can understand all of my heart just
by looking.
The
waves tell me not to shout, just
to sing.
They say they want to vent what kind of resentment I want to vent.
The
forest tells me, don't cry, just speak.
They say that just leaning on your own body
makes you feel the sorrow I carry.
The seagulls
tell me to face the direction of the wind and
sing poems of longing.
It is said to reach the depths of those who miss you.
The
clouds tell me to speak with every gesture as if
dancing.
It seems to show how deep my loneliness is.
My heart feels like it might burst,
I close my mouth,
close my eyes, and
let go of myself, exhausted from
the sandbar grass.
The wind opens the doors of all chakras.
Ears and
eyes are opened.
All the words
I wanted to say fly away like feathers and
vanish into the distance.
I too rise into the air.