ARODE29 september 2008 – 08:21

THE BIRD OF MIRACLES
(A Concentious Objection Declaration)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

With wings black&red from an apex to a valley
And then from a valley to an apex flies
A bird faithful to freedom, I call her anarchy

And what I call Truth is
A dream imagining herself a bird
Humankind is a feather on her wings
The bird flutters
The feather falls on earth

Earth, wheeling around
Burning under a cover of stars
the night and the blood oozes out
of our well hidden arcanum scars.
Earth, plenty of darklings, plenty of lies
Yet again the earth is
this heaven this hell
lying before our eyes.
You, me, land, sky, heavenly bodies
The waters hiding pearls and corals
Fruits, bunches, miscellanous creatures
all epiphanies of Her
So huge and so grandious is She
her curtain is Herself
if you’d like to see
look in your self

A self within yourself
A self within myself
Do not mistake it for opium, it’s the enigma of the Truth
In a heartless world sunk into darkness it’s the conscience
which is a shriek of a bird
whose tongue can never be tied
it pierces all rock-hardened hearts
and surely there are some rocks from which streams burst forth
and surely some rocks when split asunder waters bubble around
Well then, let the bird of miracles sing:
In any army besieging the earth in defiance of the True Sovereign
I will never be recruited
I will have flowers on my hair, rings on my ear
Beauty of the savage child in me will never be stained
by any humiliating insignia on my shoulder
I will never keep step
but my feet will survey all detours leading to truth
And Lord, Master, Commander,
don’t ever weary your mouth to command me
For I shall obey no command no more but the word of the Truth!

Inan Mayis Aru