Sing your song

never pray for what may be.

Shed your skin

and smile as you shine

brilliant, luminous.

Then you will see

what was, wasn't 

and what will be;

will be.

Via Dolorosa

Oh unpalatable grief!

How you distend outward

spreading and encompassing…

It is you who knows secrets 

greater than I,

and whisper them,

In the dark of the night.

In the heart,

Where you ignite,

and spark the flame, 

of my respite.

What wisdom is clearer,

than this pain?

Which virtue prevails 

unrestrained?

Through this failure

led by this light,

which casts the contours,

and eclipses the night.

Oh ineffable grief!

It is you which persist,

out of the womb of creation,

as we scream and resist.

In our nascence, 

You rise,

and in our death.

You fall...

And in the pervading silence,

It is you I thank,

For making me whole.

Love and Blessings.
Lewin.

"Thus It Was

I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.

Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There, where life resounds,
A clear, pure note
In the silence.

*

Tomorrow we shall meet,
Death and I
And he shall thrust his sword
Into one who is wide awake"

* An Excerpt from 'Markings' by Dag Hammarskjöld (Published posthumously in 1963 in Swedish as Vägmärken.) This work he called "A sort of white book concerning my negotiations with myself -- and with God."