immersion
Hans Westman © 2005
 
Breath
The River
Wings


Shadows sway
On ground and stone

Exhale, the summer
Breathe in, breathe out

To the rhythm of the season
As leaves rustle in the wind


Going
Round in circles through
Canals to larger circles

Like water

Filling lakes, connecting
Streams of thoughts that flow

Filling spaces that seem
Mystic as our dreams


I take a road at birth
A journey not to last

At birth a road I take
Of journeys in the past

I lift my eyes to sea

Fields of thought
That go to seed

Like bells
Singing in the breeze

Like waves

I take a road at birth
A journey not to last

And at death I leave a life
Break from journeys in the past

Like wings
Like waves

I take a road at birth
Of journeys in the past