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Selected Poems From Seasons of the Soul
As long as you chase happiness,
you are not ready to be happy,
even if you owned everything.
As long as you lament a loss,
run after prizes in restless races,
you have not yet known peace.
But when you have moved beyond desire,
become a stranger to your goals and longings
and call no longer on happiness by name,
then your heart rises calmly
above the ebb and flow of action
and peace has reached your soul.
Oh oak tree, how they have pruned you.
Now you stand odd and strangely shaped!
You were hacked a hundred times
until you had nothing left but spite and will!
I am like you, so many insults and humiliations
could not shatter my link with life.
And every day I raise my head
beyond countless insults towards new light.
What in me was once gentle, sweet and tender
this world has ridiculed to death.
But my true self cannot be murdered.
I am at peace and reconciled.
I grow new leaves with patience
from branches hacked a hundred times.
In spite of all the pain and sorrow
I'm still in love with this mad, mad world.
All blossoms will wilt,
each youth fold into the mold of age.
Wisdom and virtue never last forever.
Your heart must always be ready to leave
and ready to begin again,
must form new bonds
with courage and without regret.
Every beginning offers a magic power
that protects us and helps us to endure.
This Journey through the realms of life
was not meant to end in one home only.
World spirit does not want to tie us down,
wants us to soar into the open.
When we stay too long in one place,
get stuck in norm and habit, we wear out.
Only embarking o new, unknown journeys
can free us from the prison of stagnation.
Maybe the moment of our death too
is just another gate to new dimensions.
The call of life to us will never end.
Well, then, my heart, take leave and heal.
The Glass Bead Game
We are ready to receive in reverence
the music of the masters, the symphonies of the spheres,
and invoke in sacred celebrations
the ancient holy spirits of the blessed ages.
We let ourselves be exalted
by magic, sacred secrets
that capture life's wild, stormy vigor,
to transform it into revealing symbols.
Like stellar constellations those invocations
pull us into their orbit, give meaning to our life,
and nobody can fall from these circles
except toward the sacred center.