birds

[mgunin]

Here's a poem of mu relative, Leon (Lev) Gunin, who lives in Montreal:

birds

birds of unknown
thoughts are flying
in inner sky

the day is red
in the midst of mountains
of the internal realm

nothing happens
only deep deep silence
without any desire

however birds are flying
even without thinking
just hanging in the air

it means that their host-mind
is a reflection
of unknown

a bird itself