2010 [pdf] - Författares Bokmaskin

Yes, I came then into the world
I searched for light in all that was simple
My being spread through it like fire,
to illuminate the minds of others.
Sitting on the riverbank in the mild green evenings
All the stones are shining beneath the water.
In the space of thought, my boyhood in a white shirt
Draws clear light from among the brown hills
It is all of shadow, and not of the world
Now I do not sigh my melancholy,
and the sun still rises in the dewbright world
A simple truth, that lite itself is light
Mine were all good people, from them
I heard words of benediction, and I rejoiced
But I am never satisfied with my happiness,
I follow my desires in life, I lift my voice,
I offer round the waters of eternity from a golden cup.