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(The phrase is taken from the interview of Pico Iyer, Mach 27, 2000 on Powell.com)
I walk
within the boundaries
of my feet
not in circles
nor in linear steps
but with the steps
taking me
out
of the stillness of
a turmoil, the eye of a storm
dangling the legs
of a young self in
the stillness of a pond
memories of the past,
still sitting cool birds,
by slight movements creating
ripples, ever erasing their boundaries
slowly they get bigger and blur out
and mingle in the horizon
where the earth and the sky meet
beneath the blue lost in thoughts
of an approaching spring
and the ripples make me move
with their movements
their noiseless
still steps,
the soft silent
steps of a deliberate cat.
or like a loitering
mass of elephants
leisurely tearing branches
with dangling trunks
carrying branches, buds and flowers
all, heavy with the fruits of
a forgotten autumn
with heavy dangling steps
shaking the birds
fly into a different sky
I too fly on the wings
of my brains
I soar up
within the boundaries
of my mind
I move in
a limited sphere
but ascend
unbounded
mounting on the invisible
rungs of want and wish
towards the heavens
of lack and longing
I wish to move
in the vicinity of my
home and move away
farther, farther, farther
with the steps of my mind
which know no boundaries.
I walk within
the boundaries
of my feet.
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