Distant shores of silence begin just beyond the threshold
You will not fly thither on like a bird.
You must stand and gaze deeper and deeper,
until you cannot detach your soul from the bottom.
There the sight will not be savored by greenery,
the shackled eyes will not return.
You thought your life could hide you from that Life
leaning into the deep.
From this current – mind it well – there is no way back.
Embraced by the mysterious eternal beauty!
To last and last. Not to disturb the shadows
from departing, only to last
ever brighter and simpler.
Song of a Hidden God, 1