Momente

With my yearning
With my yearning I lift up the lowly
and give it a place in my heart,
in the center of the world, where we all stand.
There it lives and unfolds.
With my longing I produce light,
because the powerhouse of my soul
harnesses the great, timeless river.
As fast as light I send you the kilowatts
and I notice how you spark with happiness.
With my yearning I ferry
from the shore of chance to the shore of meaning
to have a clear view of the vast expanse,
where boundaries exist
only to test the determination of our muscles.
In my longing I battle without weapons,
with hands of hope,
with thoughts of peace,
with the touch of skin and heart
from which life comes.
With my yearning I escape dying
in endless repetitions.
Each week I experience
how the world throws itself into transformations,
one more beautiful than the next.
With my longing I give everything meaning,
starting with the trembling dandelion,
whose parachutes I blow into your face,
to the redemption of the darkest thoughts,
that can not save themselves anymore.
With my yearning I light up the night of the senses.
Each darkness is followed by a bright day.
No one has determined that we will go under,
brightness can not be held back.
The sun rises in your eyes.

Разумный Владимир   30.12.2017 10:50   •   Заявить о нарушении