Conspiracy of silence
The night is drowsy
And someone has broken into the breast
To steal his dreams, the theft of dreams, is the greatest disaster
The tracks of the thieves are stamped on every street, of every city, of every country..
But no eye beholds them, no-one is shocked.
At times only a solitary poem howls like a dog, tied to a chain.
My Address
Today I effaced the number of my house and
The name of the street at the top of the street;
I removed the signposts of all the roads;
Even so if you must find where I am
You must knock at the door
Of every house in every street, city and country.
This is both a curse and a benediction
Wherever you come across a liberated soul
You can take it to be my home.
First Creation
I was a formless I...
The I, by its perception transformed itself into the waters.
And you, by your perception erupted into a flame of fire
and the flare of the fire floated over the waters.
But that's a tale of prehistoric times.
That was the thirst of the earthly I.
I asked my thirst from the river that was you, that was the vivid dream of an earthly I, That discovered you among the tangled woods.
It was the fragrance of our bodies, yours and mine, and that is truth about creation.
The creation of the universe came much later.