Author: Brigitta Bali

I wanted to be loved
I wished to belong
to your light, Beloved...
--- We have a bond.


Divine and worldly
don't get along.
Holy man, heal me!
--- We have a bond!


Soulbrother, Soullove
sunshine among
people in sorrow:

- The mineral springs are dry. The gold mines are exhausted;
the roof/ribs collapse one after another.
What once was enriching, is now impoverished -


- Our open grave is a wound in the Earth --
to be buries is 

A dream hibernates
in the ice-glow of tv screens.
The night puts on its iron gloves.
The ticket controller's stubborn profile
is tattoed onto the streetcar's window.
The debris of windy fall fields
assemble like beggars at public washrooms,
the 

In the misery-chasm of the mind, a snowmist blossom
              is a charity-blessing.
I see my future; obese church-beggar,
knotted hair fallen into blind courtyards.


Tampons, dressings bathe bloody scalpels,
a dog suckles two white lambs;
a shrill reality in 

The dream is a death. Shameful.
Somebody (SOMEBODY!) in whose hand the lock flies
open --- the bellowing darkness breaks out.
THE KEY THAT OPENS THE SECRET IS THE SAME THAT LOCKS IT.
THE SAME MOUTH BREATHES COLD AND WARM 

Quand douleur
chant dans l'arbre du cœur
Et la solitude sourit en chatoyant comme un larme
Ma passion: me taire jusqu'à l'adieu
s'éteint sans les pétales du feu


Tous les chemins enneigés mènenet
à la ville du rêve 

Birds


angels of mirth
swans or eagles
doves or seagulls


symbols
of soulbirth
in INFINITY

I could fade away
but I hold on tight
and hang in there
on guard all night.


Out of place
without trace


- a feather of bird
trapped in a word - 
Trip to the End. 
I want to  land.

My inward journey started when I was a little girl.
I had many brilliantly coloured dreams all my life, most of them I wrote down.
My dream-diary was left in Canada, one of the few objects I miss a lot.

S OULLOVE is the Red Balloon, the
O ne I freed to reach the sky.
U nderneath the starry tears
L uring mother-lullaby.
B ehold the beauty, smell the sweet,
R ace the moon and swim the wind!
O ceans,