The Holy Longing
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten;
a strange feeling comes over you
when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making
sweeps you forward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven’t experienced
this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth.
- Goethe
painted listening to this music by Matt Ganucheau
wow! this painting is gorgeous.
I didn’t know you could do that kind of thing…really love the fluidity and layering-I want to touch it.
The poem is beautiful too. My friend’s dad just died and I’m considering sending it to her. Maybe it’s too dark?
Happy you let me know of the existence of your blog!
xo
alison