The Holy Longing

There is a moment when the life being lived no longer fits. A yearning, always patiently calling, yet no longer to be denied. Change occurs in this instant. Freedom is the new dawn.

This is a timeless poem, written by Johann W. Von Goethe on July 31, 1814.

Transcript

The Holy Longing by Johann Wolfgang von Goth Tell a wise person or else keep silent, Because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive. God longs to be burned to death. In the calm water of the love nights where you were begotten, Where you have begotten, A strange feeling comes over you when you see the silent candle burning. Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness, And a desire for higher lovemaking sweeps you upward. Distance does not make you falter. Now arriving in magic, Flying, And finally insane for the light, You are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven't experienced this, To die and so to grow, You are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.

Reviews

It was very nice, are you sure you pronounced Goethe’s name properly? Either that or I’m doing it the wrong way. Thanks for your reply! 🍃💕

So very beautiful. Thank you.