Saturday, June 18, 2022

Feathers on the path

May your holes be filled
in the darkest hour
by the purest light
of The most high
and may you never look down
and seek for revenge
or become as enemy
angry and proud
May you realize
there's power in the calm
in not wanting
or not asking
for a soul to devour.
And the next wind that blows
it triggers mercy to the unknown
through silent prayer, selfless spark, 
the sound of sparrow, eagle's height
no trace of worry, debt or lust

nothing here
speaks of me 🐦