Belonging

I belong to longing.

Discovering myself at every turn
Out and open for a while – expanding
Contracting now, remembering
This movement… never stops
I circle around with Life
What once felt senseless, now feels right
I just completed another circle
Another season
Longing has brought me to belonging


“Blessed Longing.”

Tell no one else, only the wise
For the crowd will sneer at one
I wish to praise what is fully alive,
What longs to flame toward death.

When the calm enfolds the love-nights
That created you, where you have created
A feeling from the Unknown steals over you
While the tranquil candle burns.

You remain no longer caught
In the peneumbral gloom
You are stirred and new, you desire
To soar to higher creativity.

No distance makes you ambivalent.
You come on wings, enchanted
In such hunger for light, you
Become the butterfly burnt to nothing.

So long as you have not lived this:
To die is to become new,
You remain a gloomy guest
On the dark earth.

(Goethe)


So long
As I am longing
I am alive
I am Belonging


I hope you soar even higher today.

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