To Not Arising
“To not become, but be” – and coming into Being,
The Motto that in song develops by itself,
And song – a fairy-tale – to whisper for the hearing,
Gives plot for like-a-dream that in subconscious delves.

The Submarine of Consciousness, inspiring breathing,
Sends right into the skies the impulses of depth:
The energies of joy replace enormous weeping –
That Elemental-Base, in Life encoded Death…

A Captain in the Dark, Mariner of the Light-Form,
The soul must abate and fightingly accept:
Essential Pre-Birth of the Fulfillments’ Dawn,
Which for Explorer waits, revealing all that’s left.

And Being will then come into the Wild anew,
And welcoming the Dawn, Sub-Ultra prophesying,
Her Image Idols break – then whispering to Few,
The fairy Motto-Plot through Tale of Song arising!..