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Book 01 Poem 13 - The way
The way
The road is dark and uneven,
but I feel a pleasant warmth.
I feel the warmth of a light from afar.
I follow this warmth, I follow her far beyond...
And so I wandered on and on,
continue on a path without a target
seems to have no other target than the light.
Where will lead me this light?
It shows me a brightly lit corner
and invites me to stay.
It's nice here! I feel comfortable here.
The light is warm and gives life.
But curiosity is driving me on.
Continue to the next bright corner.
The road leads again through the darkness.
I feel only the warmth of the light...
The next corner is much nicer than the last.
But the darkness was much deeper than before.
My curiosity keeps me going.
On and on. I am exploring beautiful corners.
I stay at many for a while
and rejoice in them.
I will now continue slowly.
But the illuminated corners become less.
And the road is getting darker and longer.
The warmth of the light is becoming weaker.
Have I lost my way? It is so gloomy.
Am I wrong here? Should I repent?
Back there were so beautiful corners,
I distinctly remember them all!
And yet I walked on and on.
Hoping to find the most beautiful corner shortly,
I'm driven slowly.
Hoping not be long
to dwell in the dark,
I let myself be guided.
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Book 01 Poem 22 - The Phoenix rises up
The Phoenix rises up
He rises from the old ashes.
His wings are strong and broad,
His gaze is undimmed and sharp.
Imposingly he is rising into the air.
His beats blow away the old ash,
and make room for new.
His screams are blood curdling.
His will is unyielding.
He created new from the Old.
He sacrificed himself to the fire,
to once again to rise from his ashes.
He cleaned himself.
The knowledge and the truth are his vices.
He sees where other people do not see.
He feels, where other people do not feel.
He helps where other people do not help.
He reaches out for others again into the depths.
The heat and the flames do not bother him,
he burns again, suffers and dies...
Until the Phoenix rises again from its ashes,
in order to climb higher than ever before
only to fall more deeply than anyone else...
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Book 01 Poem 26 - Now or never...
Now or never...
Just a whiff, and then it's time.
Just a blink of an eye and it's there.
The certain moment, this particular moment,
The one you've seen coming for a long time.
It strides faster and faster towards you.
You scare back and still know;
You cannot escape him.
He will pass you by and touch you.
You are excited and ask yourself;
Will you just let him pass?
Will you linger with him for a while?
Or will you reject him?
Whatever you decide,
always stay calm and choose with sanity.
Then your choice will be the right one.
And guide you further on bright paths.
Are you now ready for him?
After all, you had a long time...
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Book 01 Poem 32 - My new best friend
My new best friend
The warm rays of the sun wake me up.
My mother made me a delicious breakfast
But I'm in a hurry. I have to go!
I go straight out, determined along the road.
The birds chirp happily through the morning dew.
Many people are greeting me and they are smiling.
Everything glitters and shines. It is pleasantly warmed.
And yet I feel cool. Curious!
Now I have finally arrived.
At my best friend's.
Now I feel well after all.
and I enjoy the day too.
My friend has calmed me down and made me extremely happy!
The world is fine the way it is, everything is fine... Now!
I walk slowly homewards.
I have to rest. Rest for tomorrow.
Rest for the next time, because I am exhausted.
Exhausted from the change.
The quick change between happiness and pain.
The constant attendance of heaven and hell.
What if tomorrow the hell comes again?
I am afraid, but my friend says it is all right...
I just need some bucks to ensure I'm doing well
and he takes away my overwhelming pain.
and immediately transforms it into endless bliss for me.
But what if I can't raise any more money?
I am afraid of tomorrow because I have no more money....
What will my best friend do to me then?
Will I be strong enough again?
to get through the day? To endure the pain?
I hope so, but I hope also
that soon there will be no more tomorrow...
Only then will I be released. Released from the heroin...
My best friend on earth!
