Curb the uninvited Cains
I would like a light song about tenderness,
I would like to be a bird on a long journey,
Yes, the desire to fulfill the cherished,
Yes, the anxiety is high.
Walk over the edge of the cliff,
To make the heart beat violently,
Clutching a handkerchief like a mitten,
The one in which the truth is buried.
To weave a string of words in the wind,
Release for four breaths,
Meet the scarlet miracle lightning
And nature to know the Universe.
I would like to have fewer thoughts,
Yes, there is more freedom from them,
So that, merging with the divine genius,
(Let them forgive me a wave of self-will),
To dissolve consciousness in an instant,
Don’t fall off in the wrong direction,
In this, eternity is a touch
I would like to absorb everything equally.
I would like learn to fly in moments,
Listen to the songs of the hearts of the restless,
To winged poems
So that they can curb the uninvited Cains*
The name Cain * has become a household name for an evil, envious person capable of meanness.
By, Natalie Bisso, Germany
