Beat Rodeo - New Love

When I asked you

"How is your day?"

you said:

"Nothing much is new…when in fact it is precisely new. And it all is happening inward.”

the sound of it is like a clear bell ringing

I can't explain why I understand it

in my own way I comprehend

like shy birds that take flight

when approached

like tire birds alight

on twilight branches

some feelings are inexpressible

thoughts escape languages

It could possibly be like

the nest of birds inside a chimney

we hear it's bird call

each day a little louder and more bird like

then the next

until one day, they find their way out

they flew up the flue

and nothing sings from the

empty fire place.