Remember your thoughts are vibrational in nature, setting in motion ripples like gravitational waves. Never abuse this power to think. We are therefore urged by the Truth-bringer who exhorts with these far-reaching words: Keep the hearth of your thoughts pure…
Nighfall comes laden with sweet smell of lavender, and the far-flung azure echoes its soulful intent. Wondrous, translucent stars pour out argent lambency onto a lake unclouded by ponderance and agitation. So begins this nocturnal benediction inviting us into a refuge of long-lasting calm, which now envelopes the vales.
The circling, sibilant sound of turtle doves hang in the air. Nightingales sing glorious hymns to the Evenstar, and to the queen of flowers: The Rose.
O this yearning…
O what solemn bliss
fills the heart
When a thimbleful
Sip Of divine love
Depurate it from earthly dross…
White and crystalline like the snow,
It glows like the morning star…
Ich sang an meiner Nebelschur
Nun Nahrung aus der Welt
Und herrlich rings ist die Natur.
Die mich an Busen halt
Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn…
Now through my navel-string I suck nourishment
From the World. And splendid all around is Nature,
holding me in bosom. The wave lifts and rocks our boat in the rhythm of the oars, and mountains, cloud-girt, counter our course…
Beethoven is in his room deep in thought…he wears a saturnine mien. His brow riddled in agony but those hazel eyes still bear pure child-likeness.
O this anguish of soul though fleeting
Seems to me to last eternity.
Amidst gloomy and brooding thoughts wafting
Over my head, the Muses’ lofty
Cadences still weave their lucent magic.
Restored by the limpidity that now
Engulf me, a new opening has indeed
Been carved in my inmost being-
An oculus through which purest distillation
Of musical ideas emerge full-fledged
And forever uniting with Nature’s transcendent laws…
Red roses, aeviternal and vernal,
Rise like a glorious russet sunrise.
Your youthful ardour sing sempiternal
Hymns of thanksgiving beyond paradise…
Behold the majestic cloud-clad azure
Bejeweled by a glorious halo
And gleaming in velvety purpureal glow
I see a noble, steadfast, pure
Peak chiseled by a mighty hand
Mightier than Michelangelo.
Aeolian Harp resound it’s triumphant tremulous music against the backdrop
Of the ineffable and tremendous
Vista! O fiery and luminous
Stars, your golden silence ever mellifluous
O wayfarer can you grasp and understand
This heart-soaring ritornello?