Everyday Life

In the morning a bird – on the plane tree in the lane – with its song filled the whole world and all eternity. The bird has always flown toward spring; like my imagination that has come toward the dream of you in the long times of distance from you; like me who have run toward your human voice amid all the clamor. I have wanted you in the womb of stone and in the dark depths of sand and among all commodities day after day in everyday life in a piece of bread and cheese in the basil in the pine that grows from a small seed and hangs a thousand lanterns on each of its branches in the darkness of cold nights. I have wanted you from the first moment of man's appearance until today. I was buried in the salt cave. I was buried between mud bricks and thousands of centuries I was buried headless at the feet of a thousand gods. I was buried under a heap of commodities. Layer by layer I have shed my skin I have risen cave by cave brick by brick day by day I have come to drown in your human depths like a bird in the depths of spring. I have risen – again today – from the rubble of separation and just as on the first day I look for you in a piece of bread and the wall. It is morning the bird's song has filled the world...