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 those shadows look unfriendly
Those 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