OVERTURE OF DAWN
Oh God,
Redeem my mind,
Make me strong and encourage me
To grasp the incomprehensible
To own the knowledge of the Unknown.
Let not my legs tremble of the words,
If the truth strikes my heart.
Create eternal peace in me
And bear harmony in gentle silence
To understand at last where I came from,
And which direction I have to go.
Is there someone to wipe my tears,
Or shell I drag my burden alone,
Until Brahma' night arrives
To close into His heart His own children
And the word returns to itself,
Than it starts all over,
The overture of Dawn.
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A Lotus with gentle dream, while opening its blooming
petals cried dew-tears in its shiny joy. One of the tiny
dewdrops once said:
Oh, thousand-petal dream,I wish to experience, to learn! I
want to meet my mother, the Sea! And the lotus petals
bowed with deep humility before the will of the tiny
dewdrop. Thus setting off, it rolled and rolled full of
bliss. It was so tiny, fragile and orphan yet. It was
thrown from one branch to the other by a wild strom. It
clinged in a tremble: it would have even given it up, but
it's faith was so strong, thus it rolled on singing
loftily.It caressed the field-flowers and admired the
colorful foliage's shadow. Even the Sun came out of the
strolling clouds, dancing like a fairy around the tiny
dewdrop. He would even drink it with his hot lips, if He
did not listen to the longing, asking words:Oh, Sun,do not
dry me up !I must go to my nourishing mother , the Sea. The
Sun smilingly drew the curtian of the clouds and set behind
the mountains to rest. The tiny dewdrop-tired and
exhausted-rolled and rolled towards its goal. Suddenly it
stopped before the Darkness, which grew enormous with its
opened wings The dewdrop seemed small to it but shiny. The
trees saw with amazement, as its braveness grew and grew.
Even the Moon saw how coward the Darkness is when a
shiny, pure light is crossing its path. It hurriedly run
away absorbed as the vapor.Only the Dawn's horse galloped
after it. The tiny dewdrop set off-rolled and rolled again,
so the night would find it in the lap of its mother. It
almost felt Her gentle, tender caress and Her sweet rocking
voice.It thought that nothing can stand in its way anymore,
and the long dream of traveling ends once and for all.But
than it arrived in front of the Enormous, which was high,
firm, strong and proud. Oh- Rock-wall, do not hold me
back: brake way in your heart:I must go to my mother! But
the Rock- wall was firm and merciless. It did not want the
good, that the drop and the Sea become one. The tiny dewdrop
did not know what to do. Giving up? Oh no! do not dear!
Although the Rock-wall's fame and pride was high, the
dewdrop's faith and hope was even higher! It broke its
way-even if with a little detour-and reached the Sea.So
arriving to mother's lap, it saw the morning: the glittering
Light, the eternal Happiness: the Fairy-Reality resting in
itself.
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