We give shape to our world.
Whatever appears
coheres. At sea in a featureless fog,
I am other than what I am
A dream figure refining its form,
map in hand, map in the mind,
through life long sleep,
through the soles and the palms,
the eyes and lips,
all along the spine
I sense sound I sound sense:
a, at the brow,
e, at the throat,
i, at the heart, o at the gut,
u at the sex
Deep in the dark,
the letters link in a language
that wakes me
As if barefoot on a cloud,
into the light… un-spared by the light,
clear minded when I rise,
enlivened wherever I go
I enter each day each world
anew
Photo by J. Peter, Schweiz