Let this fly fly free,
let this winged being be
in this coldest winter in years,
let it circle all my fears;
bring to mind
another kind
of life;
sunny, without strife

I welcome this fly that suddenly woke,
buzzed its wings so gallantly and spoke:

”I'm a messenger from another time
listen closely to your heartbeat's chime

You and I are part of this universe;
buzz your spiritual wings, don't curse!
Sometimes you are, and sometimes not:
No place is far; cut through the Gordian Knot!”

Oh, Musca domestica, buzz yet a while!
Look in my face! Yes, that's a smile!

The morning's here and so am I!
When asked ”what's up?”, just answer ”sky!”