Turning To Dark

I believe in you, O tidal 
mouth, where the salt 
meets the stream. 

I never had any God 
to put the fish in desert to swim, 
and someone can write a poem. 

I am not different 
beyond the unwritten 
miracles. I cannot undo a cliché. 

It is still my dharma ― 
to listen to unheard cosmic 
chants of blue birds. 

And I reached the emptiness 
of a vessel, which had 
spilled over the milk of seeds.

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[Yajaira Katzi]

I loved this, I love nature and I wish more people wrote about it.