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Talking Wings

Love has two talking wings

that are its shadows.

In the land of absence,

what need is there for love talk?

The world needs to fly in order to be this talking,

if it were to become still for a moment

it would be just light.

The wing tips are always turning away

while the wing spans pulls in an other direction.

Wind-words become the form of its body.

Its breast is the feather of existence

held together by two opposite motions.

This wind-dancing is Gods spirit-breath.

The mystic try’s to learn the language of birds

so that he can speak without words.

The scientist keeps taking words apart to look for God.

The poet rubs words together to make fire.

Only lovers can turn this talking back to light.

For they have seen how one feather

is the exaltation of the other

and how this kind of praying

is the revelation of flight.

The people of the book must eat words

chewing scripture up like medicine.

They eat word-pebbles hungrily, so that one day

they will have enough calcium to make an eggshell

from which they trust their soul bird will emerge.

Lovers come together to sing

moving their wings as fast as humming birds

until they can see through each other.

Those who believe in nothing still are something.

Those who believe in something are still nothing.

Only lovers know how to be both,

without making mind waves.

They make children beyond belief.

When the lion of love hunts,

whatever food it eats makes it thinner.

Consuming even a small bird

fills its soul with empty lambs.

It rests panting

in the open heart for invisible prey,

and waits for the dawn

to turn its flesh into small birds

that they may sing from it silence.

Love is the ‘laughing slayer.’

It takes what you have

and kills your pleasure in anything but itself.

When two lovers meet

death comes swiftly

until there is just this talking of love wings

making shadows for light to be seen by.

The shadows fly on for while

their silhouettes wing trails into the sun,

until they forget how to talk.

love

eric

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