“You see, my son, time here becomes space”~Richard Wagner (1813-1883)
The Sun’s wide-awakeness now fills
Me with preterhuman strength-
To begin anew the great quest
And leave behind the world of starry-eyed
Earthlings still lost in Daedalian mazes
Of falsehood and ineptitude.
O Spirit Indwelling falter not
At threshold of transitoriness.
High above gleams the Pleiades
Which at night our mortal eyes behold.
See Love’s mighty spring-tide encompasses
The alps with alpine meadows and Spruces…