Something is with me,
\nand something leaves me,
\nand it perhaps is my soul,
\nor my twin self,
\nor the space between waves,
\nthe pause in a rhythm,
\nbut it comes and goes,
\nand like a wild thing,
\nrefuses to be caught.
\nAnd if I catch it,
\nit would die,
\nso I don\u2019t build bars for it,
\nor a hidden snare,
\nfor being wild it would leave forever,
\nwith the dust that has blown away,
\nor the wing that is part of the wind.<\/p>\n
So I behave myself,
\nand go to the passage
\nwhere there are no ships, no roads.
\nIt is a harbor without piers or people,
\nor cottages,
\nor smoke in the winter.
\nIt is the silent horizon
\noff the beach,
\nthe sand where only crabs make a mark,
\nand trees keep their distance.
\nWhere I am permitted,
\neven welcomed if I touch nothing,
\nif I receive the world as it secretly is,
\nfull of passion and dark feeling.
\nAnd words,
\nwhich share the fragile sound
\nof a deeper light,
\nand freedom,
\nwhich truly needs to be free.<\/p>\n
It belongs to me,
\nif I dare not to possess it.
\nIt holds me if I let it go.
\nIt speaks to me if I don\u2019t interrupt.
\nIt is wild,
\nand like all wild things
\nit comes to the shore,
\nto drink peace,
\nto listen and look,
\nand if I am very quiet,
\npermits me to touch it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Something is with me, and something leaves me, and it perhaps is my soul, or my twin self, or the space between waves, the pause…<\/p>\n