AWAKENING
One splendid morning the traveller awoke,
And heard the Sun was laughing,
So gay and jolly with its laughs it stroke
All Gaia and Her offspring.
The Sun was laughing at the separation
With which each country’s land was clearly confined.
The traveller thought this was queer elevation,
Indeed the Sun had lost its mind!
As disagreeable as this amusement was,
Another matter was even more extremely pressing:
To hear laughing Sun was contrary to all known laws
The traveller’s own madness needed urgently addressing!
HALF TRUTH
A shaman, a scholastic and a wanderer.
Three brothers of the North, beholding the celestial extravaganza.
Performing – Aurora Borealis. Electric, mystical or else?
The shaman’s old sagacity ignited:
‘Long live the dancing spirits of Aurora and Boreas!’
But then the brother of scholastic pride antagonized:
‘Oh, what an error of the highest ignorance, these are but particles of charge!’
‘But only few of privilege can see the spirits, and these’re, doubtlessly, the ancient ones,
how beautiful and frolicking before me!’-
Firm, proud and resolute, the old sagacity maintained.
‘One who is learned cannot be fooled, however.
He wits that science is all laws; the Laws unbound by perception!’-
retorted even more exalted the scholastic.
‘Reveal your truth as well, our brother,
and may the wise one be declared! –
in fervent plea they both approached the ruminative wanderer.
And when he spoke, he thus confessed:
the One and Only Law he knew proclaimed them both correct,
and neither could he ever dared to renounce.
‘Oh, what a blasphemy that is! You clearly do not conceive of spirit! ’
‘Oh, crude your blindness is, my brother! You clearly do not conceive of science!
In silence then the wanderer remained,
and when departed in the morning,
he headed forth, once more towards the land – abode before.
Where everything goes in and out, in tides,
which measure of the fall is the measure of the rise;
Where opposites – identical in origin, yet reversed in their degree.
Where silence has embraced all answers, and all the truths are truths in half.
DELUDED
I meet you every day –
A fellow man of prosaic senses,
Who’s lost the relish for adventure,
Incessantly necessitating proof for this or that.
To you is everything impossible,
unless the faculties of reason bear proof.
But I, my fellow human –
Indeed quite contrary to you,
Prefer to think that everything is possible
Until the end of times takes faith away
And into nothingness retreats with it.
Yet even then my inner constitution
Shall not completely be extinguished,
For once I heard a silent voice from deep within;
It spoke that nonexistence lasts for just as long
As the unfathomable endlessness.
And if you wish, you may declare me insane,
But my delusion’s granted me my freedom.
For only when my mind was unwavering yet free,
I realised the world was in me.
TRANSFORMATION
I used to stow away my mediocrity
In a little box of shame and fear.
There was no joy, no cheery alacrity,
The Castle of Silence was my home and my dear.
My mediocrity I decided to unrein one day
As a result it joyfully soared up into the heaven
It struck the skies somewhere, oh, they started to sway!
A lightning descended and everything started to leaven!
My Castle of Silence was severely hit,
Indeed I thought I was most likely dead.
No. I opened my eyes – the whole world was lit!
My Castle – now Castle of Wisdom instead.
Ancient Lover
And yet again,
I recognized the yearnings of your heart,
My love.
Your placid hand embraced the soil of the ancient woods,
And raised it to my senses.
Its nourishment and freshness is what I need,
No words I beg from you,
I feel your ardour through the morning mist.
Beloved male of earthly sapience –
You bring me grounding and understanding.
I honour you my love. I do.
* * *
Sleeping stars
When madness stole in the dawn of my birth,
It hid sleeping stars in my pupils.
But each time I welcome my Joy,
They awake and divulge me.
* * *
The Seed
The Seed is both – the beginning and the end.
And the information of the entire Omnipresence,
Is embedded in the Seed.
And when the Seed radiates its wholeness outwardly,
It also, simultaneously, embraces its gravitation inwardly.
And the Seed is All That Is,
And the Seed is the Mystery.
* * *
Strength
How many Moons are there, really?
The one and only in the sky of night,
Or as many as the lakes on Earth reflecting Her elusive image?
I beg of you Transcendence,
My Utmost Father, Utmost Mother,
My Utmost Lover, Eternal Self,
Bestow upon me strength and courage,
To follow my insanity
Along the journey back to You.
* * *
Inner Child
Do you remember when you were a child?
Why do you delude yourself you are any different now?
A mere glimpse upon the spectacle of stars
Awakens innocence within,
Dismantles all illusions of the adult mind.
Oh, beloved child of Knowing,
I am only worthy of you
Each time I give you my tears.
~ Sun Radiance ~