for Ipek Özel
And the tree's shade buckles, birds give all they know to their wings. The wind blows an ovation and from the sun comes the need to touch. There is no city we need to reach. Everything is here. Open the window. Open it as the horses whinny in the wideness of the world. Open it without speaking of the shortness of summer, of never-ending winter. Open it, that sky stirs with the hidden symbols of my mind. I came to you saying, 'Open the door to the presence of existence' as sky stirs in its form. I came to you saying, 'Open the door of becoming. Open the door of existence, to me.'
Excerpt from 'I came to you, Life', from Geldim Sana
trans. Caroline Stockford, January 2020