I crossed tears like a tree of strife, and threw my lights on | Thoughts Hub

I crossed tears like a tree of strife, and threw my lights on everything I came across.

It is crossed like an arrow too. I am passing by. transient without evidence. Gray hair blooms in my head, and stones bloom in my heart.

But where has God disappeared? Where did Isis disappear? I picked a rose for her, and put it between my teeth until I see her?

And I want to do the most unusual things. I am strange, and I want to strange things. To make her like me. I want to catch fire by its tail like a red fox. I want to become a tuning fork, and make the universe tremble with its ringing.

Proud because my arms are short. Proud because my wounds are many.

Before I came the wind was taking all the way, so I pushed her away. Before I planted my palm tree, the Doum tree was the only one whose sweet fruit rotated.

Hear, Isis, tree of God. Listen his urn that was parked in the shade. I am proud that God made me his share. Proud to be shot from his bow. That is why I cross between the eyes as if I were a tree of discord.