Poems

Far into the stillness

He threw me
Like a clod of earth
He didn't know
I was a thing with soul
He didn't know this either
That I was a living thing
 
He kept on throwing me
Like a clod of earth
Away from his road
On the deserted path which
By chance was mine
And in this way
I kept on covering the distance
On my way.
Every time some particle would be shed
Some feeling of attraction, some attachment to happiness,
Some hope connected with the earth,
Some dream scattered in man
Every time a particle of my existence
Would be shed
And now it was my turn
The world was left behind
Like a desert full of dust-storm
Like a stormy ocean
And a desolate city
Man, each of his steps descending,
Was already left behind
And now it was my turn.
Standing on the last piece of earth
I gathered myself
Like a whole thing
And threw myself
Into the stillness
This was my silence -
Spread and extensive.
Now the world was either a dream
Or a sea-flower
Imagined far
In this ocean
Far into the stillness
There was the sound of my footsteps