Calendar of the Soul - Week 40

Fortieth Week
January 6, 2008 - January 12, 2008

And when I live in spirit depths
And dwell within my soul's foundations,
There streams from love-worlds of the heart,
To fill the vain delusion of the self,
The fiery power of the cosmic Word.
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English translation by Ruth and Hans Pusch

Und bin ich in den Geistestiefen,
Erfüllt in meinen Seelengründen
Aus Herzens Liebewelten
Der Eigenheiten leerer Wahn
Sich mit des Weltenwortes Feuerkraft.
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The Year Participated translationby Owen Barfield

Once I am truly in the Spirit's deeps
straightway from out my soul's foundation --
from boundless love within the heart -- the fraud,
the hollow shell of private inclinations
fills with the might, the fire of the Word.

(provided with the kind permission of the Rudolf Steiner Press)

Calender of the Soul - Week 39

Thirty-ninth Week
December 30, 2007 - January 5, 2008

Surrendering to spirit revelation
I gain the light of cosmic being;
The power of thinking, growing clearer,
Gains strength to give myself to me,
And quickening there frees itself
From thinker's energy my sense of self.
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English translation by Ruth and Hans Pusch

An Geistesoffenbarung hingegeben
Gewinne ich des Weltenwesens Licht.
Gedankenkraft, sie wächst
Sich klärend mir mich selbst zu geben,
Und weckend löst sich mir
Aus Denkermacht das Selbstgefühl.
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The Year Participated translationby Owen Barfield

Devoted whole to Spirit's revelation
I win as my reward
the Light that is the substance of the world;
Mind, grown more clear,
lets noe my Self appear;
hid in the might of Thought true Selfhood shakes
its sleeping wings and wakes.

(provided with the kind permission of the Rudolf Steiner Press

Who Will Help The Children?

Copyright - January 19, 2000

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Who Will Help The Children?

They walk with gentle hearts

And souls abound with innocence,

The laughter of the children

Bring joy for all to relish.

But in the night, in the dark,

There lies a blank canvas,

Nothing is what it seems,

Soon to be seen a little garden.

Children reaching arduously for heaven,

Appearing to be trapped in purgatory,

Their youthful souls caught

Between the living and the dead.

Glorious days of their youth

Torn from their very existence,

Blackness now fills their hearts

Walking through life in restlessness.

Perpetrators stalk their dreams

With heartless acts of cruelty,

Tormenting their every thought,

Tomorrows consumed with blight.

Screams of anguish cry out,

In their outward acts of defiance,

Weighted down with responsibilities.

The world has missed you.

spirling up

Copyright - August 16, 1998
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spiriling up

i am a tomb buried

in a spiril of pleasure

the journey goes

deeper into the dark
a place where only
the mind exists

a journey of pain

brings me there

the lashings

no illusion of ecstasy

to be found

my breasts tingle

masochistic desires

weals of discipline

a token of love

an open sky surrounds

time has stopped

my freedom granted

wet and throbbing

moans of pleading

a quick tug, hard

pleading for more

a starburst of light

back again into the dark

Fallen Leaves

Copyright - November 15, 1997

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Fallen Leaves

Warm air and sunshine give daytime strength.

Clinging to the twogs that keep them safe.

A security that lasts but a few months each year.

Cooler air at night prepares them for their destiny.

Frostbit and cold shocks them from their secure places.
Once fallen to the ground, different routes to be taken.

To be pasted on paper hanging as a project in a classroom.

To hear the laughter of children playing.
To smell the landfill from inside a trash bag.

Some end up in fires permeating the air.

A scent imprinted in the brain forever.

Only to bring back memories year after year.

Leaves . . . . . begin in the spring.

Stay vibrant throughout the summer.

Finally kaleidoscoping in the fall.

What beauty, what grace, blowing with the wind.

Fallen leaves . . . to begin again nex year.