The Tiniest Grain of Wheat
of the World, by J. W. Cassandra
I had not found the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world,
I keep hauling along its pang
Of the perfect, desire-ful life.
There is no anguish that can shrine
The Sage without this little grain,
There is no egress: my dream of life
Yet holds me to be Soul-clear.
You had not found the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world,
You keep hauling along its pang
Of the perfect, desire-ful life.
There is no anguish that can shrine
The Sage without this little grain,
There is no egress: your dream of life
Yet holds you to be Soul-clear.
We have no chance to find the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world:
It had lost on its way of illusion
Into the sea of forms.
The grain had dipped long ago,
Its never-been measure is: my life.
The grain had dipped long ago,
Its never-been measure is: your life.
Measure it by eternity-measure
To be able to understand its essence,
Live by the light of eternal life
To be measured to its essence!
- 08. 28., by J. W. Cassandra
Beautiful poem! Loved reading it…
Thank you. 🙂 It was ready for submitting, so as I translated it at once, as I finished it.