Wings

SAPLING #59 — On any wind

How silence hangs in the air
and something larger than us
has us hold our hasty steps.

A butterfly’s memory

Centuries of wings

I used to feel I didn’t quite belong in this world. And when I finally started to root, I still felt old beyond my years.

Only now I have the impression that my age and my heritage are somehow starting to come…

And they came

A clamour came rolling over the house, 
a billowing cloud of screeching wings.

A prayer for the upcoming storm

The cage that you cling to

SAPLING #6

Flying is easy, you tell me.

You just unfold your wings. The wind and your desire for the horizon will take care of the rest.

Chrysalis — or why the caterpillar must die

A little story on death and resurrection