Devoted to revelation of the spirit I gain light of the World-being. Power of thinking increases clarifying To give myself to me And the feeling of the self loosens itself awakening from the power of the thinker.... read more...
The thirteen holy nights in midwinter. In the ancient Mysteries, before Christ arrived on the earth, there already were feasts celebrated at the four seasonal highpoints of the year: Midwinter, spring, midsummer, autumn. In midwinter the soul is the enlightener of the physical body and because she is very near to the darkness of... read more...
To bring spiritual light into world-winter-night aims blissfully my heart’s desire, That soul-seeds radiant Root into foundations of the world, And divine Word in the darkness of the senses Sounds transfiguring through all being.... read more...
In depths of my being speaks, Urging to revelation, Mysteriously the World-Word: Imbue the aims of your work With the light of my Spirit, To sacrifice yourself through Me.... read more...
Can I know the being So that it can find itself again In the creative urge of the soul? I feel that power is granted to me To live modestly my own self as a part into the World-Self.... read more...
Mysteriously feeling the old-preserved with new arisen own being, in inner life revived: Shall, arousing, pour world forces, into the outer work of my life and becoming mould myself into existence.... read more...
Thus I feel at last the world That without the communion with my soul In itself could only find frostily empty life And revealing itself without power Creating itself in souls anew, Could find only death in itself.... read more...
I feel how own fruiting force, Reinforcing, bestows itself on the world; My own being I perceive as gaining strength To turn to clear insight In weaving of the destiny of life.... read more...
The light from the depths of the spirit Radiates outwards like the sun: It becomes living force of will And shines in the dullness of the senses, To release forces That let creative powers from soul impulses Ripen in the work of the human being.... read more...
In the sunlight of my soul come Ripened fruits of thinking, In sureness of self-consciousness All feeling transforms itself. I can perceive full of joy The spiritual awakening of autumn: Winter will awaken in me The summer of the soul.... read more...