Fly Bird

Fly bird. Bring words from the five mountains, if truly there are, that fix the world on a float. Fly bird. Rest and perch on the shoulder of one who holds the beacon that lights the world. For dark hovers. Fly bird. Nest on the palm that thrusts the orb round the void. The pace lowers still. Fly bird. Sing to the ears of him who hears the cries of a teary eyes. Souls are laden. Fly bird. Drop at his feet, One, whose breath the world draws its rest, the truce for peace We pr'y thee. Fly bird. Bring hope from your traverse A twig of peace the world prefers. All of ours we cut in pieces.