short poem form the cycle – „Zen woods“ from „the book Into … „
I see your soul
You can not hide it
In the darkness of the night
fears are poisonous
they crawl toward you
They tighten around you
Through this darkness I see
Creeping things
in your mind
I listen to your crying
You shudder and scream
Attracted to The dark
They tear your longings
Your beating heart
Singing and for the moment
to be Free of love
Your soul left alone in the dark
A captive in captivity
Lost bird flying in a forest.
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