Oh, soon the engendering deliverance of ‘Memento Mori’, penetrates,
so deeply into Being; to which all things belong and will depart,
and soon, over me will rustle the most exulting sound of the winds among
I lay in the deliverance of serenity,
the darkening starry night and the world is shuddering within me.
I rest whilst the wind blows, at night I dream the sound
of the river its waters flow
into me and out of me.
The union of earth and sky is one,
the harsh rain rattles,
Before the storm I behold Death.
Once again in the heart of the Mother.
Her inexhaustible love is all love.
Suddenly, I wake anxiously astounded for I had forgotten how to live,
only to breathe only to feel.