Out of my deeper heart

 

Out of my deeper heart

a bird rose and flew skywards.

Higher and higher did it rise,

yet larger and larger did it grow.

At firts it was but like a swallow,

then a lark, then an eagle,

then as vast as a spring cloud,

and then it filled the starry heavens.

Out of my heart a bird flew skywards,

and it waxed larger as it flew.

Yet it left not my heart.

(...)

Kahlil Gibran

Imagem: MB, Porto Alto, abril 2019