IN THE BEGINING AT WAS

In the beginning there were but so many - Through the brooms of hesitating, fluttering eyes A drop of true pearl trembled, And happiness with bright broken stars sent signs of heavenly joy. Our hesitant, flirtatious awkwardness, like confiding accomplices, was mutually confessed and forgiven. 

In the beginning, the electric lightning touch of softly searching fingertips sizzled as the eternal spark of immortal-original love; the higher dimension of transcendence, was sparked within us. Whoever heard the fidelity-demanding and sacred melodies of our thundering throb for each other, secretly, as if already guilty, winked slyly into our eyes. 

At the beginning he asked us, curious and playful, with a childish and clumsy suspicion: 'Do you love me, dear eternal?' Is it all right if my faults, like rapid barriers, often block the way to my fulfilment, to the liberating tomorrow? In Existence, like a hundred times a buzzing, tinkling beehive, our consciences, hoping for salvation, were tingling, and the truer beginnings were no longer marked. 

We knew each other like joy and sorrow. We should have been old acquaintances, or rather good friends, who fall upon each other at the dawn of ages long past. Companions, brothers, lovers, who from each other's vibrant closeness might gain a redeeming sense of security as a gift. The essential process can be explored in this way, for no one forbids: how was it? 

Fortunately, at the beginning, two sensitive star-men met to rediscover and find in each other the lasting need for universal emotion. When the glowing calvary of the ripened flesh was formulated in us and continued to bathe with fervent devotion the secret, biological formulas of our bodies: reason and designed instinct, working together, complemented each other well!