Realization, by J. W. Cassandra ( English Version)
Forgive me, that a little while ago
in my valiant dream I flew as a butterfly,
on scale of my wings
giving joy for the Wholeness –
now I’m arising from my dream,
watching in the place of my wings
the nothing;
the scale that carried on its back
joy,
wiped away the awakening and
I only keep worming in the dust aimless
in my mouth with earth-savour and squalor of the world –
Forgive me not to weep
away and not being clean –
no wings, no hands,
nor feet,
only my merciless reality-torn
yearn flutters one more
hesitating,
then falls down to the dust
next to me,
for lying idle orphaned…
I’m not a butterfly,
I keep worming only in the dust,
I live my life as a worm;
Even how could I believe
that I can dream and
at least in my dream,
I can give butterfly-joy?
Since I am the squalor of the
Wholeness…
24/10. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra