The Miracle of Love

Life simply seems to cease sometimes,

turns dark, stands still, stays frozen.

We dread these difficult, dire days

when our zest for life becomes self-disgust

and grabs us by our despised throat,

spews spiteful charges against us and God.

What miracle, when even then

the light of love begins to shine

its quiet, tender flame on our dreary path.

Without this grace we would be lost forever,

in deep, dark dungeons of demonic despair,

the light in us and God destroyed.

By: Hermann Hesse

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Going to Sleep

This day has made me tired.
I wish to sleep
and welcome this starlight
like a child after play.

Hands of mine, stop doing.
Mind of mine, stop thinking.
All my senses are getting ready
to sink soon into slumber and sweet sleep.

No longer fettered, my soul slips free,
ready to soar upward in its infinite flight,
to live fully its thousand lives
in the magic journeys of the night.

By: Hermann Hesse

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Philosophy

We evolve from the unconscious to total awareness

and spiral once back to our dark source through many paths

to what we knew in the beginning.

From there we get expelled without mercy

into the prison of doubt: philosophy.

And slowly make our first steps

in the maze of irony.

What follows is intense contemplation,

through many polished mirrors.

We are caught in the cold darkness

of the mind's iron grid

mired in the icy split,

the frozen pit of world contempt.

But then we are guided back

through the narrow gate of conscious wisdom

to the bittersweet bliss of the elder peace

grounded on well-earned self-contempt.

By: Hermann Hesse