YOU

1

To ease

the pain

in your pierced heart

(as you call

your mind, the brain

giving way)

see yourself

in the world around,

from the cone

at your feet

to the dim

stars of summer above,

see yourself

in the wave

coming to the shore,

hear yourself

in the fading song

of nesting birds.

You are of this world,

of the escaping cosmos,

you are this

world and the womb

of the void carrying 

it through time.

Not an orphan,

but a parent

of the cone, the

star and the wave

and the song,

cosmos in its own mirror.

2

Like the seed

shall bring forth a tree,

the pain shall give way,

like the wave

shall reach the shore

and the lake shall calm,

like the song of the birds

shall fade in the summer night,

like the star shall disappear at

a hundred dawns

hiding in the boughs

of the tree from the cone.

17.06.2019