Mockingbird TreeA Poem by VishuddhaThese are not my words. I have collected them only to say that Nietzsche was a beautiful poet even though he did not write poetry.
Mockingbird, Mockingbird,
Are you mocking me? Did I foolishly fall asleep, last night, Under the Mockingbird tree? I dreamed I sat at Nietzsche's side, And, these are the words he said to me. Why has all the new fruit, Rotted on the branches? What fell down last night, From the evil moon? All of our hearts have dried out, And, our wine is poison. The earth is full of cracks, And, there is no where left to drown. What apocrypha is this? The fishes are swimming through fire, And, the birds have falling down, out of the sky. When the midnight was bright, I took out my rusted key, The one I have carried since birth, And, I found that it fit in the locks, That freed all the butterflies, big as children. I climbed into the mountains, With ashes in my hands, And running through my veins. I met with Yama god of death. And, Shiva, smelling like vanilla. And, I met with Zarathustra, Zarathustra, the Great Star. We looked at one another, And, he said to me: Oh timid man, without a dream, Why are you here in my woods? Why is there so little destiny, Shining in your eyes? I am the size and the shape of a man, But, all of the universe dwells inside me, And, the night that you are lost in, Is his deeper than even the day thought possible. Do you not know that you were all changed, Into a serpent are you were asleep? You are aimless wandering now, In the desires of your enemies? Only if you decide to wake up, Will you know who they are. Now, just in case you do wake up, I will tell you my secret: Do not let go of your enemy, As long as there is life. And I will also tell you, To always go with joy, For joy is just like everyone else. Joy is seeking eternity. [November 1998] © 2015 VishuddhaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 16, 2015 Last Updated on May 25, 2015 AuthorVishuddhaA Looking Glass Land, FLAboutI am a romantic, born into an unromantic era. I am a restless wanderer, always seeking, in love with nature, in love with life. I am a native Floridian, with one foot in the Everglades and one foot on.. more..Writing
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