A bird with three wings of time
Loves to move in, stay & move out
Into houses with the first brick of which
She moves in & stays for a while.
Then as the last flutter of the third wing cometh,
The end of the stay too with that,
The bird says a goodbye to none.
Goes silently, who knows her when she goes?
The house crumbling down goes to the ground.
And the bird in another house,
Then another, then another, then
Another, since infinity till infinity.

Who has seen her?
Who knows if she's one or many?
Some say she's in the sky,
Some say she begot the sky, the earth,
Some say she is the sky, the earth & what not.
Some say she's a lovely illusion for those not eager for salvation.
Whatever she be, I feel her in me.
She stays fine, doesn't disturb.
Some day she'll leave me,
Don't know when,
None will see her going
Or coming.
But the bird will be there flying from one house to the other.