Untold
The shrilling of the wren so loud
Surrounded by a hollow bird,
A nest in which a voice resides,
A life that has a life inside
So the spirit in the flesh
A hollow with a living guest,
Spirit hatches, fledges, flies,
May be of no or any size
As we are small the soul is great
Compressed into a solid state,
But when released the soul expands,
Dimensionless it wakes and stands
And every bird and every soul
A metaphor for what’s untold
Pavel
June 3, 2011