Sielulintu

In this early morning when I can't sleep, and I like to sleep - I think. I'm sitting next to the open window and I hear the chirping of a birds from outside. They are also awake. A long time ago, twenty years ago, I used to imagine what it would be like if I were a bird and could fly. And I would close my eyes and fly. I felt freedom. The ground didn't hold me back. At that moment, the ground became a choice, not the only option. Since then, the weights of gravity have become stronger than my wings. But still, sometimes, the sky is mine again. Sielulintu! As a greeting and the pastel chirping of birds in the early morning. Silk cloud veil. And that's enough. Awareness that it is enough. Ticket sewn with a mist of notes. And as it falls through the air and descends on me, the wings of the bird in me spread in new strength. “Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?” Edgar Allan Poe: A Dream Within a Dream