you cannot rush
your reading of the flight
of the dust birds
it takes the time it takes
which could be as long
as your shadow stretching
into the pine forest
or the time it takes
to look at the sea
and befriend every wave
your reading of the flight
of the dust birds
it takes the time it takes
which could be as long
as your shadow stretching
into the pine forest
or the time it takes
to look at the sea
and befriend every wave
and yet you won’t learn
anything you can put into words
but you will know
you will know
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du kan ikke skynde
på din læsning af støvfuglenes flugt
det tager den tid det tager
som kan være lige så lang
som din skygge der strækker sig
ind i fyrreskoven
eller tiden det tager
at kigge på havet
og blive venner med
enhver bølge
og dog vil du ikke lære
noget du kan sætte ord på
men du vil vide
du vil vide