The heart breaks-out from its cage, joins the light birds
(A stone has rolled-away from the mouth of a cave)
The desire to stand at the junction is growing
In a place of clash, in a field of battle
In the midst of the heavenly winds
The children of my spirit demand to remain in the shell of
And exit not, for although the air is now filled
With sweet sounds like blessed water
At other times it is charged with crisis, charged with panic
I entered outside.
I am a place of clash.
Twisted street and sinuous snake
In the Biblical garden -
The first mother was captured by the beauty of things and by death.