SONG OF CZECHOWICE-DZIEDZICE
Not one more moment waste,
If you are here for love and joy
Miss not one drop again.
Hear the sounds of nature´s beauty,
Smell the perfumes from the flowers,
Think no more of anything
Than that. For thus it is to be in harmony
With creation, to be creative,
Everything can happily flow
Out from that, for if the mind is right
Every action will be bright
And disaster will be replaced
By glowing lights and sweet smiles
Of ecstasy in heaven,
Here upon the earth.
O the heavenly light of suns
Upon the reddened mirror of water -
Ripples of sacred calm, tranquillity
Of settled soul and even spirit.
BRIGHT SUN AT MIEDZYBRODZIE
I go naked into the world -
My faults are clear, but also,
Have I not got some shining qualities?
I should not deny my vices,
But can I not also dwell upon
What I came down here for?
SPIRIT OF BEAUTY
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues, all thou dost shine upon
Do I not fly with thee just now
Do I not merge into your joyous lights
Have I not learnt from my misery and pain
Just where to hover, like a singing star
As with the fire of flames,
At night, in the dreadful cold
You warmed me, dried the tears
Like rain in perpetual downpour
Reminding me of the burning sun
That clears through scowling clouds
So that the soul can be and do
What it must, at last, and be free
Drifting through the perfumes of perfect nature,
Breathing in the flowers in ecstasy,
Felling through the sounds of birds in air
Singing and twittering in sweetest memory
Of absolute happiness, perfect truth,
Drifting in absolute joy through love
Of the cosmic whole, the essence of nature´s
Perfect oneness, where nothing can die.
I nearly lost my integrating soul
As the mist blocked the view from Skrzyczne.
I have been feeling a cold, steel, night
Alternating with warm, soft, bright, day
And that has been as a self-destruction
Constantly gnawing at my inner brain
My psyche churned into a sea of hell
Rolling in perpetual misery,
My endless dream of sad problem
Splintered into fragments of chaos.
O let the clear, happy brightness
Stay with me perpetually!
BERRIES IN CZECHOWICE
There is an understanding
Between my heart and me,
We will be careful for each other
And hold the other in respect of love;
So it will be for all other things,
Being gently mindful in positive, generous
Mode to all persons, events, and circumstances:
From such deep nobility healing winds
Will sweep around all wounds.
TRAIN ACROSS POLAND
Chfff . . . . . . Chfff . . . . . . chak chak!
Night trains -
This is it.
Why did they choose there
I saw a fly in the toilet at Auschwitz
He wasn´t as bad as them
Among the vast heaps of hair
(Most was grey) some streaks of golden
Blonde or brown I could see
The trees all around were perfectly green
LEARNING FROM POLAND
Learn from the bee!
Grow like a tree!
Feel some qlee!
No more worry,
Take things as they come
Live in the present,
With anxiety be done.