The birds have flown to freedom.
The cage lies empty.
Your happy songs bring to me the scent of heaven.
Please keep singing.
I was nothing.
You made me greater than a mountain.
I lagged behind.
You pushed me to the front.
My heart was shattered.
You healed it.
I turned into a lover of myself.
Where have you gone,
My love?
You left me broken,
Hopeless.
I will mourn for you as long as I live.
Hope comes in hopelessness.
There was once a clever,
Cunning man sitting comfortably on his horse.
For God he did not care,
Nor for the world or truth or faith.
Tell me,
How can such a man respect this world or the next?
I want to be free from this ego dog of mine.
I tie the collar of repentance around his neck.
But once he sniffs the scent of blood,
He tears it to pieces.
How can I tame this mad dog of mine?
I was delighted with myself,
Having offered everything I had.
My heart,
My faith,
My work.
And who are you,
You said,
To think you have so much to offer?
It seems you have forgotten where you've come from.
I tried to give you up and live without the pain of longing.
I tried to be empty of all passion for you.
I failed.
Now I know,
My master,
Had I been a real man,
I should have never tried.
I hoped my grief to be my cure,
But I drowned in helplessness.
You asked me out of kindness,
What is your wish?
What I want is you,
I answered.
That I cannot promise.
On my quest,
I feel so confused and restless.
Set on fire,
My heart explodes with the pain of separation.
In this struggle,
I am caught forever unless I go beyond this you and I.
I have given up work and forsaken my livelihood.
Instead,
I write poetry.
My sight,
My heart,
My life belong to him.
All three words I have woven into one.
Love.
I'm Carol.
I'm delighted to share moments with Brummie with you.
Embrace your journey with gratitude.