I root

I have tried to look into the eyes of the hunter of the uncertain Future, as a content librarian, a caring researcher. From my soul, too, as a thoughtful act of giving, of scrubbing for culture - thoughtful word-flowers, paradigm-predictions, sprouted. Already a secret voice in my soul, which only I can listen to, and which I could pass on to someone in love, if we could meet and listen. 

But I wait and actively seek. The confidential voice of morality often catches me by the scruff of the neck, and chokes me in my responsibility: how could one come to sell one's own personality, even an affordable commodity?! I cannot find the words. I need to find again the humanity that is both a gift and a key to the heart, like loyalty or a trust that has been robbed. 

In there, the fallible soul of Golgotha feels eternal redemption only when humanity finds it accurately and bears witness. In this present inner cataclysm, in the world's new uncertainty of existence, where do I stand?! I'm dragged down by the shipwrecked memories of my past. But one knows that if one looks always forward to the future, all one can achieve is what one can save of oneself. 

And I would love to find thee in search, thou innocent, pure Angel, who with thy swanlike hands, in the stream of snow-crystal moments, with giving snow-crystal moments, did comfort the weeping child in me, when needful, and as a kind hand did hold my vulnerable essence. From thee redeeming grace is derived. It would have been good to be with you in the gates of the earthly Universe. 

If I could but feel that in the proud pearl-dispensing streams of thy blessed star-thy blessed star-thou might behold my truer truer One-being. May we love each other unconditionally and forever!