The Immutable Sound of the First Home
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Behind the sound of the sounds of the world
Filters the immutable sound of the first home.
When all sounds fall away,
And behind this silence this sound yet is:
the immutable sound of the first home.
With sweet pain, this sound underlines, crops and cuts off the human part from existence.
Without being plucked, my emptiness rings like a sympathetic string.
Between the discreetly disconnecting bricks of the wall filter the echoes of a timeless ecstasy.
My memory purrs under this caress.
Sometimes, the window pane knocks out the butterfly on her path of light.
Yet here, I understand that this trembling truly is the sweetest sound.
The immutable sound of the first home.
I am here to understand how I am not from here
The space in this difference has the shape of a promise.
The tree of the human life bears the fruit of reunion, rewedding, refusion between the tinkling of an existence and the immutable sound of the first home.