I’m a bird landing soft on the edge of the wire, Let’s go back just with words to the time by the lake
Before my life felt like someones cruel test.the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel.
Many spiritual practices from various cultures teach a form of escaping one’s self as a tool toward divinity, that to lose the head is to gain the soul.