Wheat Ears-Selected Poems


Before I entered the uterus

I was there

smoke of a fire slowly


wind hitting your blue window

crack of your being

a tight grip

song of the funeral procession

before I took the shape of life

before I choose my name

I was there

scent of a red rose

the bird’s first flutter

before I entered

the trap of flesh

the softest wave of the sea

I was the lone eagle

on rocky promontory

from high up watching

over you, before I was born

I was the shapeless

free companion of infinite

a simple sigh destined

to scar your lips

There I was

a joyous chime of a bell

there I was

the indeterminable


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