Bells
will ring on a following wind
The
sound carries and birds sing
Being
born upon the wind I felt it not
It
did me no harm though it were made
Of
knives --- Going with it I went free
Being
part of it I travelled light ---
And
I did not find any pressure there
Where
caught by no offence or fear
The
air is clear and I move instinctively:
No
barrier to hinder first feeling there;
Upon
the instant revelation strikes me
The
primal power persisting shakes
My
heart, resounding through the air
Riding
with the accompanying waves
Not
finding any undue resistance there
But
there is no capturing of the wind
Our
nets of solidarity are full of holes
Our
shoes are useless and no protection
Against
the rough road of revelation, for
We
step aside from the wind before it
Captures
us --- lest by our anxiety
To
keep together only being equalled by
Our
desire to go in different directions
We
divide the wind that will not be
Divided
up by our own associations
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