Prayer and Meditation

My place is on your breast, my sanctuary in your arms! The storm's indignant wave threw me to this anxiously longed-for goal. I had to lose the gifts that adorn life, every good that is called precious, what I owned, so that from now on you are everything to me.

Now that I have given up everything, it will be given back to me through you when your mouth falls on my forehead with a trembling of joy. Love is like April. Now frost, now happy rays, now blossoms in hearts and valleys, now stormy and now quiet, now secret struggles and stretching, now clouds, rain and tears. In eternal vacillation and longing Who knows what will become!

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I hurry, and the mirror of life flees forever in a wild flood, longing for the distance never rests. And weeping, memory looks back; new destiny looks out of a flower. Two blue chalices full of love awaken new courage in the refugee. That he may see life young again. The mind has rediscovered the prospect, it sees reflected in the clear stream.

The twofold lovely image of changing life, the surface rests and swells in deep hours, when passion unbridles drunkenness, and love reveals itself naked to the stream. We found splendor, found a sea, workshop and ourselves. At night, a sickle sang in front of our window. We climbed on our voices, we traveled hand in hand. On your hair, bright feast in the morning, kisses flew up and stabbed ripe madness into my blood.

Then we often thirst for sore wells, the towers blew steel in the land. And our thighs, hips, beast loins. charged through zones green with smells.