Graceful, spiritual and arabesque-like
Our life seems like that of fairies
In gentle dances to turn the void,
To which we sacrificed our being and present.
The beauty of dreams and fair play,
So gently hovering, so carefully tuned,
Glowing deeply sunken in your serene face
Longing for night, for blood, for barbarism.
In emptiness, without compulsion and need,
we emancipate our lives, endlessly ready to play,
nonetheless secretly we thirst for reality!
After procreation and birth and after our sufferings and death
In emptiness, without compulsion and need, we emancipate our lives, endlessly ready to play, nonetheless secretly we thirst for reality! What a wonderful poem my dear Paul.. thank you i did not find your poem on ecological..... but i read this here. loved it really especially i have read a lot of Hesse. his Sidhardha attracted me most. tony