Last Things Last
In the heart's center
The only prayers
Are steps
Receding.
– Translated by Anselm Hollo
Emerged from the Gray of Night
Now from gray-dark night emerged
Burdened and beloved,
Strong with night's fire
Drunk and staggered with God.
Amidst blue ethereum
Soaring over snowfields
Toward the wise constellations.
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