Sailing
Wandering Sailors Sailing
AND A SEA OF FIRE
Suffering and search
In the life's sea I was born as a sailor, destined to a gallant course,
Against nature's tumults and force.
From crags to cliffs,
From ravines and caves,
In pensive journey I had not yielded to the fierce waves.
As a husband and a lover I had delighted in love,
In festivity, in churning delights' billowing chafes,
In battles and struggles against myself I had felt safe.
Where nature had invited me to doom,
In seeking pleasure in passion's bloom,
Being ensnared and beguiled by the venomous serpent that rises from the fleshes' tomb,
Without fear,
I had created my own snare,
As a valiant soul sailing through temptations and distress,
I had sought lovers and mistress.
Above the raging fire, the murmurs of discontent,
Above guilt and shame I had desired to quench love's burning flames.
As a earth-bound man who does not bother for mercy from above,
I had anchored on the passion's shores that promised best,
In feasts and flares delighted in the pains of the wounds and the blood that had come to the heart as the nights' guests.
With a heart never content,
Where the savage blood in peril's flame menaced all except the passion's fiery intents,
In the temptation of love I had renewed my discontents,
Again and again...
Knowing that all must end,
Caressed, embraced ,
In sunset clasping the breast in the sinner's couch I had undressed,
Seeking destruction's brink,
In woman's love,
I had thrown myself against the waves that betray and drag ,
Like a whirlpool swirling amidst dangerous crags,
Churning fast,
That destroy keel and mast,
I had wandered in the tumults of the heart in order to find an escape,
And again and again sought love's treachery without being able to free myself from the hands of destiny and fate.
Such was my life before the beauty, I loved , parted ,
And went in search of love that departed.
I went to the far-off land,
In the forest where in sunbeam's ceaseless dance,
The divine music in the air the life's beauty enhanced.
Grieving no more for the loss of the beauty made of blood and flesh,
In meditation of the brilliant light that was over spread,
In the dreams that bring the souls aloft,
I soared in dream in the sky-borne height that from the inner domain of myth to the outer reality outstretched,
There I had seen as the goddess of love, life and fear and death.
On lofty...lofty waves...
That from the arching sky the deeper secrets poured,
Amidst the canopies of the tombs,
Beside which the life's beauty bloomed,
In the drew drops' flare,
Where the twinkling stars everlasting beauty's messages declared,
Leaving the lamentations of the sense-bound life I went towards the emptiness in heart's dreamy depth,
Where in serenity the Muses ethereal music tuned,
And saw myself in the tranquillity of the rays strewn and hewn.
Quietly casting the eyes in deep meditation,
Where I heard the light's ethereal incantation,
I had entered the world deep and unknown,
And there I was caught by the treachery of fate that I later bemoaned.
In ecstasy and feeling the drag of Eros strewn in the beauties of the myriad of forms,
Without showing sagacity I had entered in the domain where life was filled with bushes of thorns,
With passion still lurking in the heart,
I was penetrated by the love's treacherous dart,
And the arrow that had penetrated eyes of the lovers endless times,
I was blinded by the arrow of the magical power of the divine,
That came as the witchery of the love that as beauty shined.
Blind and nowhere to hide,
I was then thrown in the tumultuous tides,
Then I met the breathtaking angel shining as the radiant light.
In the void and the emptiness he had taken me for a ride,
In the ocean that was infinite and where with the angel I had flown alone,
In mind's feathers I had flown with him from stars to the stars to find my eternal home,
That was an endless journey through a labyrinthine passages over the ocean infinite
Where the stars formed in the whirling motions, that hurl out matter as the vacuous foams.
Things folded, unfolded...
From the temporal world I flew to the atemporal realm,
And flying forever where there was no end but to return to the beginning,
I realised the compassion that penetrated the boundless cosmos that folded when the world unfolded, and unfolded when it folded,
That for me magical seemed.
From that height I saw Bodhisatta meditating on the mountains,
And wished to return to the earth in order to be redeemed.
Returning from the journey in the mental sphere where there was no fire, air, water or dust,
Clinging to the great vision in the heart, that had just passed,
I went in search of beauty and love.
It was Maya ... a deep Maya....
That enwrapped my path,
There I saw the hermit beckoning me to ascend the summit where the lights of innumerable folds were singing the hymns of the realm who is beyond the cycle of death and birth.
Amidst the myriad of forms,
Twinkling, tangling in the wilderness the illusory world's light and mirth,
I wished no attachment anymore for the beauty of the flesh and blood,
And went with the Great soul where the suffering flesh was washed by the
cloud-clad mountain's ethereal flood.
As I moved to that infinity that no mind can really attain,
I confronted my bane,
And was hurled back in this abyss to undergo once more the world's suffering and pain.
Whether I am willing or not,
I feel bewildered,
Again despairs and sorrows overcome my thoughts,
Power and passion again flutter and throb,
Again the natural forces lurk in the flesh and erroneous thoughts whirl and develop,
I feel I have no control ,
My soul again struggles against itself and brings in my heart the worldly suffering and sob.
After the billowing fire, earthquakes and bulging waves and flood,
In the shore swept by lightening and blast,
I am reborn again as the man made of clay and dust.
As a lonely wanderer in the universe,
I have again returned to the shore of life, where the glacier's ice, that rest as immovable glittering mass,
Flood down in the restless path carrying from the mountains the mud and dust.
As avalanche I have moved downwards,
Without an order and course
I have tumbled again amidst eternal chaos.
The spirit of wandering Odysseus
In this sea beach pitch-black dark,
Where in sudden seizes of light the sky cracks apart overwhelming the heart with the foaming forces of the gusts,
One can see the sea when the sky splits with sudden lightning flashes.
In the empty space as the sounds break the stress moving the air with the blasts,
The forlorn currents of the air ,that fail to catch up with the speeding rest,
Catch the limbs like coiling snakes as if seeking refuge in the dunes being shattered in a violent stormy unrest.
Though one tries to retreat in fear,
The waves with viscous virility draw the feet further near,
The friction of the air shuffle the bubbles, that are flung from the waves' foaming hair,
In clusters they penetrate the eyes,
And bring forth from an inner sea saline tear.
In the rueful depth of the void where vacuum things' motions conduct,
In a dirunal cycle the sun, the moon and the stars
A temporal sequence maintain and guard,
One feels alone beside this beach on Earth.
As the lightning crosses the sky and howl with thunderous blasts,
The wind contracts before it breaks as gusts,
Feelings storm and impinge on the sails tied to the body in bones' solitary masts,
In this tempest of time that dashes against the cliffs and the boulders, that rise above the sea of the void, and exist as wondrous shores in a solitude sublime,
The voyager feels as a vessel floating alone in a cosmic brine.
Higher he raises the masts,
More whirling gusts blow and strike with ferocious blasts,
With greater skill as he tries to steer through the violent dark,
Faster the eddies in the whirlpools move like chaotically circling sharks,
More he howls for help,
More the surrounding solitude echo in the heart and yelp,
More he tries to stand up on the feet to rig the flying sails fast in the masts,
More he is hurled by the tempest and thrown in the deck as a wounded sailor, who feel exhausted and aghast.
Oh alas!
Life is a swirling tempest, where with things he swirls in a world where all things in the cosmos swirl slow or fast.
As the waves curl,
In the roaring water oyster shells shelter the jewels inside mother-of-pearls,
In perfect silvery glow,
As the particles grow,
In this sea of the void ,
In bleeding body's irritation, like the nacres, the words on pearl- beads flow,
In mind's washing tides the bluish-white light
Opens heart's poetic lustre in a mythical lore.
Odysseus going across
Oh brave spirit, who dwells in man!
Though the fire in the sky has began its dance,
Hold my courage firm,
Though the chariot of God turns around in the sky where the sea the waves churn,
Give me the power and strength of the mind by which I may defend myself against the fire that this mortal world wishes to destroy and burn.
O fierce boatman, who never fears any storm in the sea or any thunder's raid!
Here, where the waves plunge like sharks with hammer heads to attack the drowning sailors sinking with the wrecks,
Where circling water amidst furious eddies try to devour the sailors as Charybdis's
monstrous gape,
Steer my mind through this stupefying fire raging on this ocean in this cosmic space.
As the waves bulge and in fierceness belch,
The growling sea the horrendous fire's ferocity tries to quelch,
Before the whirlpools of clouds drag them away in the darkness of the sky's spherical well,
The streams of light harbour in the eyes,
I stand in the storm and the lightning to take from this world life's farewell.
(The voyager , like Odysseus addressing Hermes, addresses.)
O guide ! in whose eyes the light is always azure,
In whose mind the fire is always purple and pure,
In the timeless sky he who always shines as a star to comfort man and assure him the path where he can feel secure,
Before I proceed further towards the height,
In this sea,
In this storm,
In this fabulous fire,
Wreck all,
Burn all that make human soul impure.
Guide me through the storms,
Lift me to the sky where Jove, as the king of the gods, wearing the crown of lightning, is sworn.
When the storm trumpets with the ferocity of the wind seeing the slayer of the world , Typhoon is born,
Guide me through the tempestuous world where I float as a spiritual world's sacrificial corn.
Though I am surrounded by the thunderous clouds that are about to strike the Earth-bound creatures fallen and forlorn,
I wish to fight because I realise that through my destruction a new man, higher and greater, will be reborn.
The devourment of the promethean man in the blazing tempest
Ay...ay...!
In rain , wind and in thunder's howl,
In the sense's blaze as the feelings words devour,
The cracking light's cataracts as hurricanes spout,
Dreadful pothers piercing the clouds roar aloud,
Curling lights in impetuousness blast,
Flinging words cling onto the dark,
The shivering night in the sublime light,
In cataracts creating cataclysms,
Storms over the sea and sends out fulminating fire through the sensory flushes...
While in the mind conflicts and doubts teeter in zigzag paths,
Lights blind the eyes and blanch the sight,
And cracking the night lift the mind to a height where the mortal souls senses' frontier surpass,
In the corona, hanging from the copula of the cosmic dome, covered with translucent glass,
Where the chandeliers still hold the human mind alight in the dark,
The jingling sounds of the glasses struck by the storm break and wreck a star strewn home in the human heart,
It creates in the world a spiritual hush.
O spirit! in this blitz-borne light,
Taming the night as a couching lion surrendering to fear and fright,
I am being engulfed by the groaning and the roaring wind conflagrating the sky with its pitiless might.
Like a whelp trembling in front of the darkness' blazing spear,
The night stares through the light as a cub of fear,
As the galloping blitzes strike near,
Amidst storm's tittering cheer,
I see the clouds vault over the bolts
And in fear the growling of the sky hear.
O spirit! hear !
I am being borne away by the blazing feelings of light
As God strikes Earth far and near.
O brave spirit! cleaving the wind with sulphurous axe,
God avouches His will to destroy the human race,
As He dazzles,
He sends out the lightening as His luminous puzzle,
And the sheets of fire vent out of the volcanic muzzles:
Devastation pillage ,
Flames plunder,
Torments blow things asunder,
Tempest's unyielding cataracts in unceasing violence wail,
In the hands of fire things break and burn, as if, God has turned mercilessly cruel,
O spirit!
In this contest where man stands against God in a duel,
In screaming world's confusion the real seems unreal and unreal appears as real.
In these wailing and cries,
As the phrases of the language in this tempest die,
In words...words... and words...
Mind's whirlwinds fly....
In terrifying sounds,
Leaving mind's limits and bounds....
Grammars ,verbs, nouns...
Procreate, pronounce...
Stifling senses' soundless pronouns...
The mind, volleying through flames as the warrior,
Wearing a solar crown,
Wages a war against the divine power before it drowns.
O spirit!
As the tempest its power squanders,
And in violent motions of the overwhelming clouds the storms hurl out,
I hear in the village man's cry and shout.
As thunders spout,
I ply in the sea of wonder,
And ponder what this destruction will bring about.
O guide of the journey man! who watches my existence from the other side!
Tell me what you see from your secret place, that exists behind mind's thundering clouds.
Here as a tormented soul as I bend my sight,
In the streams of light, that bank on tempest's might,
With a fear of the yelling bright white light,
Ceaseless cries plague this night.
While the torment in the claws of the wind the village in piecemeal dispart,
The life in the village before being gulped by storm's ravenous maw,
Shivers under the fearful night's fang and jaw,
In an infernal world, that in a dream once I saw,
Over the waves, that curvet over the darkened vault,
In pains and cries, that echo and jolt,
Lamentations spark,
Voices swell and billow,
Horrors shake...
The words and phrases dash and break...
From the power of the human language a silence separates...
In a hellish poem feelings toss, rotate , and undulate.
As the feelings this poem trail,
In this burning hell
Sounds smite....
The lightning sweep and strike ...
The fires of hell the vision ignite...
The foams of the hellish brine shine as the floating bubbles in the blood red and saline...
O spirit of the earth ! I am left alone here...
To struggle as a journeyman without fear...
As I look aloft behind the storm and wind,
Carrying man's cries and screams,
The planets through a wonder swim,
In a perilous wilderness of the stars a boat steers in the cosmic stream,
It me seems,
I am a sailor in the sea in wonder's realm.
In a nightless dark,
Where things become and take their births,
In the nimble light of the stars I see the eternity sparkles and sparks,
As Odysseus I am a boatman,
While my journey onward proceeds,
In my vision , the world, that man calls reality, recedes.
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The despairs and cries that this torment invokes,
Make the world above or under feel unreal, as if the whole world is witches' hoax.
Sailing towards the cosmic light,
As I try to free myself from this hellish plight,
God hurls thunder and fire from His empyrean height,
Wrecks apart he boat of any sailor trying to row out of the abyss of the night.
Although I am often blinded by the immense light,
Shocked by the waves that mercilessly lash and strike,
I am a courageous sailor who is prepared to fight.
O spirit of heaven !
Although , tossed by the waves and storm in the wilderness, I have no place to hide,
With the power of the mortal man's will to ride over all torments,
I steer the boat to prove that man possesses the power in himself to conquer life's tumultuous tides.
Though dashing into pieces and knocking on the heart,
The wind drags the boats under the drowning mark,
I wish to prove that in the wild water human mind can still cross thousand and thousand furlongs over the sea as an adventurous freedom seeking bird.
Watch!
In this abysm of time,
How the valorous will tackles the sails on the masts,
Twirls the ropes around the mizzen to hold the motion in the direction of the gust,
In confidence binds the oars wrecked apart,
Fastens the yards,
Stays the sails,
And guides the mind through the tempest of fire and wind towards the lightning disappearing by making everything dark.
Watch!
As the storm reinforces its power and the sulphurous fires hails,
In the ferocious stream how as a fearless man, in search of a shore, amidst the hellish fire I sail!
With an undaunted spirit how I struggles against the invincible power that tries to subjugate!
O guide of the souls! each time I am hurled out by the wind in the crests of the perilous waves to feel the power of waves' fiery rage,
And then thrown down to feel the swelling foams' frantic carnage,
See how I steer the boat through a hellish passage!
With amazing skill how I breathe out fear and inhale the forces in the air to unite the muscles' and minds' courage.
Though the torments me appall,
I try to hold my head aloft,
As I destiny’s power decline,
And sail across this flaming brine,
Although the wounds shear the flesh and spread pains across the streams of blood in the senses' flood,
With an unbending will I hold my courage that no physical suffering will be able to undermine.
Where the waves harbour fears,
I steer the masts and sail across the water where the mighty sea prevents man to travel beyond the limit where the sea the sky's endless horizon nears.
As I forward stare and onward proceed,
O mortal soul's guide!
In the lightning and storm,
Lead me on ...
Lead me beyond the domain of the sky where the clouds float tattered and torn.
As deadly blitz split the ground with horrendous sounds,
In the lightning's' scroll,
The sparks cascade at thunders' call,
A fulminating fire encircles me inside a burning ball,
When the lights strike the eyes to incinerate the sight,
In an emptiness, in an effulgence of a dream like night,
The ethereal substances glow in the eyes,
The night of suffering turns into a day of encounter with light.
As the arrows of lights dart through the eyes ,
O voyagers' guide!
Stand on my side,
Let not fear impair man's power to reflect from his eyes the wonders of life back to the sphere from where lights encircle man in such a dazzling night.
In the eternal fire's ruddiest burn,
Let words a poetic commotion churn,
In inward light's fiery assault ,
Where the waves of night break and jolt,
Between will and thought,
O guide! illumine this mind and lift me where man is God.
In this impious war where mortal man God's power defy,
Witness how like a furnace in fire my soul burns in the torments and the tides,
Like ever burning sulphurs that surge to consume and create the doleful fumes,
See how in the lightning I combust and create earth-bound spirit's fearless tunes...
When the rays striking the burning heart in the flaming words dissolve,
I find no meaning in submission,
In defiance,
I wish to stand up, rise in protest and belch fire of the mortal's will,
Through words, that my feelings devour and consume,
I wish to incinerate in myself as myself in earthly fire and fume.
Though in the lightning and thunder,
In wind's voluptuous plunder,
In the tumultuous sea breaking things asunder,
I feel kindled by the sparks that fix on the eyes the rocks and ridges as monuments of wonder,
Here in the wild womb of the night,
As the senses plunge in flames,
Words draw from words the blazing sounds of the mind that no fear can tame,
I split and join, in order to disjoin and rejoin again with the lightning as the lightning of the earthly spirit in a spiritual play,
While winds and thunders divide and sunder the promethean man made of water and clay,
Between the earthly part and the divine rays,
As a mortal voyager I wish to unite with the immortal Self.
Promethean man’s defiance against destiny and God
As heaven's power tries to resist the ascent
Of the fierce spirit who towards heaven tries to ascend,
Man blows from his heart fires to the firmament.
As the tempest's shocks him transfix,
Man rises with exaltation to repel the divine power with the ferocity of his will,
As the flaming blizzards him illumine,
In vision's maze he floats in the wind as a whirlwind of time.
Fiercely clashing with the sounds rising with the waves ,
He leaps and cheers hurling mind's infernal blaze.
As the wounds burn,
The boundless pains, like pinnaces, anchor in the sea where the agonies return,
In vein's liquid fire the cells prepare the charges that can sustain and bear the power of the will and the mortal's skill,
In the hellish flames that give no reprieve from melancholy's churn,
He rises in the sky to dazzle as the human mind's flaming sun.
In a burning shore kindled and awake,
He flares as a glittering lake,
With victor's will
In an wandering maze blustering in the wind in radiating beams,
With the pennons of freedom inwardly fluttering in order to be free,
He rises above the Earth,
Where the sun beams lease the lights to the branches of the lightning tree.
Incineration and farewell from the village life
O mind! harbour no fear,
Swirling in wind and fire with seething bubbles' foaming zeal,
As the flaming mind in this thrilling night as a carriage reels,
I return to the shore carried by the force of the fierce will's glittering spangles studded on the wheels.
The lightning and flame,
Can not frighten, conquer or tame,
The spirit who in warring mind's restless furry ,
Whirls, dashes, breaks and shakes,
Traverses the sky with a longing to rule with the furious mind's rolling blaze the powers of the sky, the earth and hell.
In the wings of flame, fluttering in the realm of the dead, between the sky and the waves,
In tyrannous gusts startling the beasts with violent blasts,
As the sparkling flashes drive the fire along the earth and dusts,
With shocks I rise,
With flames I chide,
With wind I fight ,
Freeing the mind in dazzling wings,
Carrying mind's swirling wind,
Up I fly ,
Return and swing... sweep and dive...
Vault and rise,
Like an eagle of light at night prey and glide over the earth by life searching passion's delights.
In torment's speed like thousand horses awaken on feet,
High on the vaulting arch and arched between the sky and the sea,
Like cavalries scouring in the blood,
As the flashing light dashes in my heart,
Desires command this mind in hurricane's lust ,
The chivalrous mind gallops heaving with its hoofs the clouds of whirling dust.
Narrower the steeps, more rugged the terrain ,
More torn is this mind with grief and lust ,
More it cuts,
More it hurts,
More I feel exhilarated and chase the fire in the burning blood.
In flashing light's rolling height,
Where from coast to coast the hurricanes flight,
The winds in hissing fire's flaming trails this mind's courage hail,
Behold!
Trembling as night's ferocious lion,
In the chilling sky's massive blaze,
Where air, vapour, cry and scream under the visors the eyes' sockets brim,
Pull thoughts and dreams in the glazing tears' open streams,
Attacked by the wind, chased by the fire,
Encircled by the billowing wave's furious rage,
In night's abyss where I err,
Errors' power ambush horrors in flashing swords' sharpened blades,
Lo! in this life's blazing hymn,
In a living will's thrilling tale,
Where the cracking lights in the lips of the rays lisp the words from soul's burning trails,
In blasts I speed,
In javelin's' and spears' swishing raid
In the mind's blazing hell I hurl and stir the earthly spirit’s greatest rage.
Though it hurts,
Though it burns,
Though it rips my flesh with mammoth flames,
Lo! with storm and fury where the clouds rise,
As a surprise,
In a trembling seize with inflamed mind like a notorious mind's nimble horse moving in berserk rage
I appear in life carrying ferocious blaze.
I pause... watch...headlong run... bend in speed...
Where the thickest clouds in the darkest haze thwart the passage of the golden rays,
In torment's urge I hurl the arrows,
Freeing the blood trickling from the bosom in crimson lanes I plunge in pain,
In the volleying waves of flames,
Where the nimble mind astride on a horse dashes through the night trampling, and scattering rays,
As a monarch of time,
I upward gaze,
Seize the arms...jump and mount on the steed...
Revolve ... circle around...
In valour... spreading horror...speed through the night.. shattering the lights headlong fight to seek my triumphal way.
Me...thus..ay!
Inflamed...!
Gazing through the wounds where the clots of blood ruffle and distort the cuts,
The silent pain oozes through heart open and shut,
To revenge the cruel blows that inflict pain,
I draw the bow and string ,
And let loose its might through the dark,
Like arrows studded with the stars,
I disperse the flames and the warmth of the blood
In this void...in this meaningless universe...
Ay! thus I burn ,
Ay! thus in pain I turn,
Thus as a mounted warrior with wounds and sores,
Sweltering in fire, bleeding on the pyre,
I dash through thunders and bolts,
And carry this mind with a lightning power of a ferocious hero about whose chivalries the Greeks have told.
In the hollow sphere where from point to point the sparks revive the power and transmits blasts ,
In swift speed I advance... stop...
Contend against the power that burns, writhes and scorns...
In knowledge, reason...
The blazing cresset where senses are torn,
Like a rider in a wild fire where sparks multiply and fret the hours in smokes with spiralling horns,
In swiftest speed I move to recompensate the dragging force of the melancholy that makes me mourn,
Ay! here I die...here I am born!
O prodigious will! before you are torn
Blast!...flash! ...
Spew out thunder and lights of the earthly spirit as time's accursed son.
Where happiness triumphs,
Time usurps the mind in senses' lust,
Blast!
Contest against obedience to divinity that makes man dust !
Where foundations tumble,
Destruction pour blood,
O livid will!
Grow like lightning flash!
In columns of smoke face flames , gaze at the lights,
Combat !
Hear from above to beneath in the stillness the hollowness of the universe...!
Understand : The moon, the sun, the sea, the earth , the stars are bound perchance in an alluring time in the cycle of death and birth!
Within and outside ,
Issuing from or immersing in the stars,
In the bleeding, whirring, free Earth,
In invisible space,
In splendid nothing,
In the solitude of the world ending in quest of knowledge , reason, acts and chance...
In smallness and greatness,
In dimensions: Length , breadth, height and weight,
Alighted, amazed, writhed and scorned...
In hissing and rustling of the notorious heart...
In doubt...guilt...and flame...
In blood springing, scattering , staining the boundless dark...
In tyranny, distress that signify the meaning of the acts of insignificance,
In sounds of furry defining, unfurling...
Words, prose, and poem
In instances flying, multiplying , erupting in pain in an infernal heart,
Over hills and meadows in stars fading in the sight in the lights of the blazing blasts,
In mortal's combat on the shore of the night where conflicts of the mind this tempests drive,
Waves strike, wind loosens its might,
Life dies,
Death brings it again to life,
Overwhelmed, appalled, and elated by the depth and lustre of the mind,
Where words by chance associate, dissociate ...
Form and transform.,
Scintillate beams of this splendid heart,
While a morning with splendid rainbow opens the sky over Earth,
Phrases set forth to negate and posit the meaning of death or birth,
I transform as the shadow and descend through ashes to the nether world in the world of the dark.
FAREWELL!
Farewell, farewell sweet life...
Where in flutes the tunes rise and subside,
In bleeding heart's notes the birds of hope their songs renew,
In incessant toil , in sweat and blood the life its voluptuous symphony's cadences creates anew,
In chronometers where the hours age,
In the beats and tunes where the music the tonal passages gauge,
Joy and grief, pleasure and pain,
Misery or happiness,
Frozen or inflamed,
Elevate man and bring him beyond... in the mind's ethereal plane.
In the den of the night in diamonds' glare where the lights declare allegiance to the cosmic flare,
In mind's ethereal buoyancy ,
As air, fire, sea, earth and dust,
Float in hearing, smell, taste and touch,
Concocting , digesting, assimilating mind's understandings and fancies,
Brandishing arms in the night and fighting against the light as an accursed player,
I turn, sway, advance and retreat as an eternal warrior,
And bear in the soul human chivalry's daring flare.
In the field of view,
In the flaming sword's blazing light,
In fiercely clashing weapon's flight,
Where in the strengths of the blasts,
The bleeding heart freely swirls,
Chaos, cries, deepen hours' clamour, and shrill,
Colours ,shades and hues defend eyes' fierce will,
Things that at the livings eyes gaze,
Create pleasure,
Sow the pain,
Bind mind in a solitude's chain,
So man lives!
So he dies!
So the chances of the living and the dying drive mind's fiery wheels!
And so the chaos reels on the earth as a flaming life's blazing whirl.
In the vacuous space amidst rays,
Where the divine power His chariot arrays,
The wheeling flames ascend, descend,
Oppose ,reverse ..
Taming this wild will carefree ,
In the human realm,
The flying hours' pain and dream,
The acts and chance ,
Love and hate,
Fraud and bet,
Either man leaves or takes,
In a living man's thrilling tale,
Reveal life's tangly net.
In the blustering wind's uneven streams,
Where fire contorts man with pain and scream,
More I fight,
More it twins,
More my eyes seek the light,
More it wins.
Though in the flimsy wind
In flickering light's wandering whim,
As dust rising in an infernal ruin,
In dust I swim,
In mind's eternal hymn,
The lights fly in a dream in the golden wings.
Oh fierce spirit! rise from the heap of ruin !
From dream's pyre breathe your fire,
Lift yourself in the light by the help of the golden wings,
Rise above the ash of passion and whim.
Oh man's will !
Shaping mind in fiery mould !
In a dreaming world where I revolt,
Behold!
In a fiery man's living role,
In the flaming night's burning road,
Carrying winds in flames' scrolling folds,
In a dreaming night freeing the soul,
The hours' pyre burns man down under the light bright and gold .
In the mind where thoughts reflect joy and hope,
Lo!
As true and false,
The dream and life ,
Oppose, near...
Air, fire, earth and wind,
Release mind's radiant wings,
In sparkling tears,
In this radiant sphere,
Unite night in lights and the real in dreams ,
The flaming mind's silent notes,
Divide the waves , and join in nodes.
Farewell earth!
Farewell wind!
Farewell dust!
Leaving my other half in the ruin,
I now leave ,
I shall again appear in the world in its life's stream,
In the forest path I shall be back in another time , in an another role, as a figure clothed in a dream.
Forest Path