conversations with birds: when birds dream.

flying people          human souls

When birds dream, it is of walking.   In their dreams—in a meadow or a forest or a city (…ice floes, burlap of desert, carefully tilled fields lined with stones…) (…but never never the sea…)—they put one foot in front of the other for miles and miles.  This lasts all night and is always exquisite.

Awake, their breasts pump like bloody hearts as they pummel their feathery selves into air.   The night’s pleasure shapes their imaged souls as an upright creature whose step is proportioned in ideal measure for progress and contemplation.  This image dwells—not in atmosphere nor air (and never never in the sea…)—on earth where birds’ souls,  they imagine, are on two long legs released.

Xie Zhiliu

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

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