There is a wandering bird
It will enter your nose
And explore your mind
It will know all your secrets
Then you will know the bird is God
The bird has always been God
All the birds are God
The moment the bird approaches you
To enter your nose and into your mind
It seems so warm. It is thrashing
And open and free, like life animated
But then it quickly enters, penetrating
Your body – it has arrived and your past
Life is over. The bird has always been God
All the birds are God
The bird will follow you
When you walk along the way
When you rise up and when you lie down
The bird will accompany your endorsed nests
Your broken chorus of thoughts
The bird will lean over your body empty
Because the bird has always been God
All the birds are God