I\u2019m following a string
\nI\u2019ve been trailing all my life.
\nIt goes through bedrooms and gardens,
\ncrosses highways and climbs trees.
\nIt is difficult to follow at times.
\nTo fall off a cliff twice,
\nto almost drown,
\nto make love tangling in a ball,
\nbut I keep up,
\namazed by the forgotten places
\nI\u2019ve been,
\nconfused by the doors
\nI\u2019ve opened and closed.
\nBut with each step,
\neach knot,
\nI feel the approaching power
\nof an old refrain,
\na joy I\u2019ve spilled.
\nThe umbilical of my spirit
\nguided to the origin of its beginning,
\nhome at last before nightfall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m following a string I\u2019ve been trailing all my life. It goes through bedrooms and gardens, crosses highways and climbs trees. It is difficult to…<\/p>\n