Truth is a hobo

Unkempt

poorly dressed

shabby

A fashion disaster

Truth is despised

like stray dogs

in a dump

waiting for adoption

in vain

enjoy it as long as

on a savage night of sadness

IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE

In darkness

the slightest

light

seems

like

herald

of God

Moon-love.

Lone loon,

rest in my nest

tonight.

Don’t weep!

Why cry?

Time will rewind

the tie.

“to be one with all,

this is the life divine,

this is man’s heaven.

to be one with all that lives,

to return in blessed self-forgetfulness

into the all of nature,

this is the pinnacle of thoughts and joys,

this the sacred mountain peak,

the place of eternal rest”

                                             –  Hölderlin –

Diotima remembers… always…

through endless times and lives,

through death rebirth and loves…

I still remember the place of grace

where divine love, born of bravery,

cradled in courage,

found its eternal rest.