mandag 24. mars 2025

endless

In its hands
At strange times
The world holds me soft
If i am brave enough 
To take the leap
To peek out between the dusty blinds
Slip on shoes and look to the world
The air is soft and raw 
Like a little mountain stream
As the seeds start sprouting again
I want the white petals
Of snowbells 
In backyard hills
And grass to grow and beetles to crawl
I am just one of many beings
In the cut out blue shade 
Of summer and spring
I am of this world
And in it very much

Feel the grass and the rocks and the miles
Stretch and reach
Out and out trough the valleys
And plains and forests and waters
Covering ground with life  
Watch the buildings and lakes and rivers and streets melt into the stars
Pulsating out and out
Into the deep
The miles and rocks and specks of dust
Stretch and reach 
Into the millions of suns
I am just one of many things and beings
A little stream
And it is raw air in my lungs
And birds singing in branches
And the sun on roofs and trees
To be able to feel
The world is endless
Life covers
Life is endless 

So if i get another chance 
I hope to be a flower
A lily on a hill
I hope to live where I can feel
The mountain dip into the ocean
And to see the wind and sun reach

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