sacredness

“is it not sacred, my heart?"

oh! no wonder that in my young adulthood I was in such a resonance  with certain poetic expressions from friedrich hölderlin.
​ (> swan) 

“ist nicht heilig mein herz?"

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they called him crazy as he couldn’t handle 'normal' life, didn’t fit in.

„ich verstand die stille des äthers
der menschen worte verstand ich nie.“

„I understood the silence of the ethers
the words of the humans I never did.“

but "normal is not natural" and „crazy are not the ones who soar to unknown heights. crazy are the ones who keep going deeper and deeper into a very limited reality looking for answers.“ (adamus)

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he was afraid of the future

„weh mir, wo nehm ich, wenn
es winter ist, die blumen, und wo
den sonnenschein,
und schatten der erde ?
die mauern stehn
sprachlos und kalt, im winde
klirren die fahnen.“

„woe me, where do I take, when
it is winter, the flowers, and where
the sunshine
and the shadow of earth?
the walls stand, 
voiceless and cold, in the wind
clash the banners."

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suffered from the human forgetfulness about our origins, suffered from our fears and doubts...

“ihr wandelt droben im licht
auf weichem boden, selige genien !
glänzende götterlüfte
rühren euch leicht,
wie die finger der künstlerin
heilige saiten.
schicksallos, wie der schlafende
säugling, atmen die himmlischen;
keusch bewahrt
in bescheidener knospe,
blühet ewig
ihnen der geist,
und die seligen augen
blicken in stiller
ewiger klarheit.
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doch uns ist gegeben,
auf keiner stätte zu ruhn,
es schwinden, es fallen
die leidenden menschen
blindlings von einer
stunde zur andern,
wie wasser von klippe
zu klippe geworfen,
jahr lang ins ungewisse hinab."

"you walk aloft in the light
on soft ground, blessed geniuses!
sparkling divine airs
graze you
like the fingers of the artist
sacred chors
fateless, like the sleeping
infant, breathe the celestial beings
pure and retained
in a modest burgeon
blossoms eternally
their spirit,
and their blissful eyes
look in quiet
eternal clarity.

but to us it is given
to rest at no place,
they wane, they fall
the suffering humans
blindly from one
hour to the other,
like water thrown 
from cliff to cliff,
year long into the uncertain."

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but there is also the trust and the knowingness that

„wo aber gefahr ist, wächst das rettende auch.“

​„where there is danger, grows also what is saving us  from it.“

and how fitting! when looking for that quote I was reminded that with the 250th anniversary of his birthday hölderlin is very en vogue this year – and even a solace in the coronavirus crisis.... > 

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the knowingness about the new ahmyo life, with its beauty, colors, fulfillment, maturity, warmth, sensuality, ease, grace and sacredness.

„mit gelben birnen hänget
und voll mit wilden rosen
das land in den see,
ihr holden schwäne,
und trunken von küssen
tunkt ihr das haupt
ins heilignüchterne wasser."

„with yellow pears hangs
and filled with wild roses
the land into the lake,
you gracious swans,
and drunk from kisses
you dip your head
into the sacred-sober water.“

the knowingness of my holiest of holies dvir, the sacredness of my core, my sweet divine human heart, of life, the
​SACREDNESS OF ALL THAT I AM.

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a tender smile, friedrich,
​and remember,
​„IT ALL WORKS OUT BEAUTIFULLY.“ 

let’s meet one day
in the place of love beyond love,
​ where the love is
"so pure that it melts diamonds.“ >
​
​we will get there, 
 as our energy serves us harmoniously,
​responding perfectly
​ to our beauty and sacredness.​

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the last two lines are from KIX/21
the session that inspired this whole post

btw. I did all the translations myself, as verbatim  as possible...

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