My mind is tired

How I fell
and crashed

Now with crutches
gold triangles, golden squares
I am hanging around

Now my white friend
black ghost
Now my black friend
white ghost

And the one who was lost with a silver nail in the river

I do not know who
the sun or the snow
I do not know who
The swallows or the sparrows

I count, I am increasingly counting
My mother is increasingly crying
My mother counts
She is increasingly counting.



The Demon
The Bowl
Miltos Sahtouris