BETWEEN DOUBT AND HOPE

The biological part of immortality is stirring in the heart with the countdown of Death. Time's final countdown is sped with unbridled, bullet-train speed - when we emerge from our protective placenta-deep imprisonment with our gurgling orphanhood - eagerly demanding hunger and caring nurture! From the embraced lights of the All, weeping and gurgling 

of a new beginning, we all want to cry back that One-Holy moment, to claim it on a chain of rights: in our Mother's bewitching arms we can breathe deep, filling our consciousness with perfect harmony, while eternal and immortal faith can hold us

the untroubled and blessed peace of the caressing caress and the embracing swan's embrace! In our thirsty hunger of love, how plain and simple the formula, Let something essential remain of our Time-lace'd faces, Beyond the trench'd chasm, Unforgettable, eternal smiles, eternal glances, Midnight-splitting in walnut eyes! 

Filling of the heaven-earth All, in heart-homes moved! - The process of our being: the lawful order of our eternal cycle of being-we could not stop it if we would. In our hearts, like a calculated, timed bomb, the virtue of immortality, and death whipped with mortality, swirls, while our heartbeat, like a wound-up alarm clock, keeps clicking, ticking 

beating to beats! Even now, with unstoppable stubbornness, the Minute gallops like a fast train: is our solicitous care only until our legislated majority?! - We cannot escape the games of the shadows that tempt our souls, their murderous laughs: The cratered chasm of our absence is still gaping, expanding like a gaping, dark hole-if there be not Someone to guard our dreams with cherishing self-discipline!