“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…





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