The Hymn to the Seedling

Some lyrics of mine Song The Hymn to the Seedling Deep in the womb of the Earth, still bound to the darkness of its being, A light has accomplished something. Its sound pierced the darkest night. There, the sparks of life begin to stir. It seems that everything is bright. Strength arises; the delicate acts alone, and its adornment awakens desire. Light alone creates space in this dream of lived reality. Suddenly, Time appears, one is ready. Dew-fresh, the waters drip through the pores, Fine sensations penetrate our ears. The root of our being rejoices in this. All of this is the sound of the Earth. Earthly existence is good in itself. We want to be together here. We want to laugh, dance, jump, and sing while full of love. We turn this game into an honoring of our own life force, It refreshes us; it is good to love something that creates life. What creates life and sustains life, all this holds true in this world. Then danger comes, and year after year, more of it will happen. One must always look the truth in the eye. What love is and what love brings, that is what struggles for life. Suddenly, more emerges, one gains companions, Fights and struggles, as before, one climbs the ladder of life. Sprout by sprout, there will be more, more will happen, stronger winds will blow. Therefore, go within yourself and take heed. After the day comes the darkest night. May it bring rest. Let it be welcome to your spiritual matters. The moon shines, it is like the mind, compared to the Sun's strength, which consumes the whole land. Then we turn back to life anew. Let everything happen, let everything be done with tranquility.