Fireflies 57 - 64 [German translation]

57

My flower, seek not thy paradise

in a fool's buttonhole.

58

Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon,

but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.

59

Darkness is the veiled bride

silently waiting for the errant light

to return to her bosom.

60

Trees are the earth's endless effort to

speak to the listening heaven.

61

The burden of self is lightened

when I laugh at myself.

62

The weak can be terrible

because they try furiously to appear strong.

63

The wind of heaven blows,

The anchor desperately clutches the mud,

and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.

64

The spirit of death is one,

the spirit of life is many,

When God is dead religion becomes one.