What the silence seemed to say
Do you still believe in borders now
Birds soar over your maps and walls
and always have.
You might have watched how
the smoke from your own fires
traveled on wind you couldn’t see.
Wafting over the valley and up and over
the hills and over the next valley
in the next hill.
Did you not hear
the animals howl and sing?
Or hear the silence of the animals
no longer singing?
Now you know
what it is, to be afraid.
Have you come to your senses
or will you meet this too
with your opinions and your arguments?
Or, perhaps it’s time for you to be quiet.
You think this is a dream?
It is not a dream.
You think this is a theoretical question?
What do you love more
than what you imagine
is your singular life?
Are you ready to give
up that idea too?
Your ideas about fairness and luck.
The water grows clearer.
The swans settle and float there.
Are you willing to take your place
in the forest again?
To become loam and bark,
to become what you call a pig,
to be a leaf falling from a great height,
to be the worm who eats the leaf
and the bird who eats the worm?
Look at the sky.
Are you willing to be the sky again?
You think this lesson is too hard for you.
You want the time out to end.
You want to go to the movies as before,
to sit and eat with your friends.
You can end now but not in the way you imagine.
You know the mind that has been talking to you
for so long the mind that can explain everything?
Find the passport you once held
and put away in some imaginary drawer.
Remember, you were once a citizen of the
country called I don’t know.
Remember the burning boat
that brought you there.
Watch Marie read it here> with an introduction by Pádraig
(note above is a transcript and our best approximation of lines and form)