Kushtrim Thaqi - Dried Rose


O mother,
when eyes closed I walk through that door,
swimming, blind…
forgetting myself in the void,
O mother,
even if you leave before me,
there, give birth to me once more.

Kushtrim Thaqi - Leaves


and the leaf grows:
sometimes in sex legs
sometimes in four
sometimes in two
just so it can tell, something–
to something that tomorrow might be there.

As Above so Below

Stars! Below, above, on the sides: clouds. Darkness, further behind stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space that lingers, and lingers, and lingers… I remain in the Center. At the same place where you are; Where you sprout, where I sprout, where they became too! I raise my hand. As it vibrates in…