Eckhart

The time of these recent evenings in the summer,
For a very long time we haven't been talking to each other.
If you want to see
Effects of your own creative power.
Then come along with me, I'll try to remind you
There's no hurry.

Probably colors, shapes and sounds and tastes,
Probably scents of sultry August days,
Probably the general motions of this life.
It's the right intention.
Probably faith that the other world exists
Probably eternal and even I can see
The only way to be there if I need,
It's the right intention.

Look excessive abundance of creation.
Invaluable life an unjustified cosmic aberration.

Even if there's only
Mud and dirty, dusty wind
Blowing all around me
Even if the god is dead,
Every part of me
Is waiting on your absolution.

The time when I'll have to leave my life behind me,
Don't let it come now. Oh! I haven't finished yet
My story.

Only just sixteen year old naughty girls.
Only just Polish vodka's acrid taste.
Only just magnificently wasted years.
I got to love it.
Only the truth that I live life until the end.
Only once and I'll never go back again.
Only these voices heard will disappear.
And never come back again.

Even if there's only
Mud and dirty, dusty wind
Blowing all round me
Even if the god is dead,
Every part of me
Is waiting on your absolution.

Maybe there won't be happy endings,
But now when I can breathe, when I can still feel the wind…
Maybe you don't have to explain to me,
Just let me be in wonder in this concept of things.
Maybe though shadows look unfriendly,
Though shadows are much longer than they ought to appear,
Maybe don't have to be afraid of it,
I don't have to be afraid of this unavoidable trip.