Singing Like a Bird

I’ve sailed through storms within
To the core now to the end
The abysses in me called out loud and grew
And asylum looms like an open tomb
Through dark and solemn days
I’ve been haunted on my way
While the dawn breaks slow
And I breathe beneath the snow
Up to the light I grow and down the roots below
Through doubts of every kind
Through the hatred of my mind
Still that face it hides when I turn to the light
But in the deep of night constellations rise
And I’ve been a trembling soul
Down to embers bathed in cold
Yet that inner gold boils down and down into
True solitude where all that is, is you

Then the tide spit me out as a baby
And though I am naked I am new
As a seed I was buried
But my sepulcher was a womb
Now the thousand weights I have carried
Fall from me as the dew
And all the paradise I have wasted
Springs forth still true