Radiant Light-Being,

by J. W. Cassandra

This work is the next poem in the cycle Book of Stars of my first volume, Eternity Awakened to Self-Consciousness. Its tone is reminiscent of shamanism with the expression "(he or she) enters into the lower existence", but at the same time it takes the lyrical self towards a never-known, hidden reality through opposites and circles. Mysticism also surrounds and permeates it. I hesitated for a long time whether to publish the poem, but since it is important in the cycle, I decided to introduce it to everyone who is interested in my poems. Without it, the cycle itself would remain incomplete. The lyrical self is not the same as me.

He takes blood of stars, who enters into lower life,
He oars toward you in the wake of star-boats.
And while the light of the stars in the sky is lit up,
In the sky of the beings of light, on the light falls night.

You can oar feverishly, and until you get ahead,
With your boat you run into a celestial nebula,
Your path is covered by the light nebula of stars,
The circle of abyss opens up to your feet.

And while you diligently pad these circles,
You think of light, deceptive, glittering mists.
On the steps of your life while you are setting up,
The cape is covered in fog and you fall into abyss.

You walk only around in circles of abyss,
From now on you will be waiting ever for someone
And your blindness is the reason that you are blind as a bat:
Not outside – the one you are waiting for, lives inside...

You can step on stairs, you can circle in circles,
You can set off a path – you will get lost forever,
Because not the light of starblood shows the way out,
It is your light-being self who brings you to eternity...

Therefore, if your feet stumble on the steps,
If in the night beaten by blindness, your desires die off;
The mirror appears, the deep lake glitters,
A forgotten word rises whispering from its bed...

– Come, imbued with inner light, glow,
With your eyes struck with blindness, see nothing more!
The moonsilver of the shining lake makes its bridge,
A light-being descends through a nebula.

Follow it with your eyes closed, you can see it so,
Thus your being penetrates veils and mists,
Your blind eyes see the face of reality:
You can only walk its path as a radiant light-being...

Written: 14 / 01. 2011., by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 29 / 07. 2025., by J. W. Cassandra

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