Drunk

„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god. 

It fell, and broke into pieces.

everybody took a piece of it, 

and they looked at it 

and thought they had the truth.“

the truth was a river 

deep down in the mountain 

whole and full, not broken, not slivered

but when it saw

the light of earth

it split into thousand streams

for everyone a glass to drink.

and they drank a glass and said i know

and they drank a second and said i‘ll rule

oh they just drank a drop of an ocean, those fools

and thought they had the truth, now for sure.

and they drank a third and thought they could take

from my mothers garden her sweet singing lake

fishes lived in there

few years ago

before they drank and thought they know.

Autor*in: emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil.

7 Gedanken zu „Drunk“

    1. unausweichlich? hmm – vielleicht weicher werden, wasser teilen, spiegelstücke kleben und uns in ihnen selber sehen, in all den schatten all dem licht- unausweichlich ist das nicht 😉

      küsse zu dir

    2. maybe it could continue like that?: and they drank and drank
      there bellies full
      with water so poison,
      that they poured
      out of all vessels
      grief so pure

      and this, dear children
      was the beginning of another future…..

      yes they purged in a bowl
      out of delicate glass
      the water of the river that they drank too fast
      and in the salty tears of their rivers soul
      they found a mirror

      and they were so disturbed that there fist hit hard
      the delicate bowl out of transparent glass
      and they stood there, praying this moment may pass

      but slow and carefully, their lift one piece up.
      they cut their chords with quiet effort,
      they lift the piece to their eyes and above.

      and oh! they see the sun shining through
      and are gifted with a newborns view

      in all it’s colours life is buzzing
      the earth is speaking, the clouds are fuzzy
      the children are playing, the horses around
      the water is shared, we‘re kising the ground.

      in all it’s colours life is dancing
      in spirals and dresses, joy enhancing
      the wood, the fire, family around
      the water is shared, so truth can be found.

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