"The Holy Longing"

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent.

Because the massman will mock it right away.

I praise what is truly alive,

what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,

where you were begotten, where you have begotten,

a strange feeling comes over you

when you see the silent Candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught

in the obsession with darkness,

and a desire for higher lovemaking

sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter,

now, arriving in magic, flying,

and finally insane for the Light,

you are a Butterfly and you are gone.

And so long as you haven't experienced

this: to die and so to grow,

you are only a troubled guest

on the dark earth.

~Johann Wolfgang van Goethe

~Beannaichte'

26 January, 2014

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