The Psalms of Mortality: The Kingdom of Thoughts Read online

  There is no end what such mind can see.

  23.

  Study, O mortal,

  The depths of your endless mind;

  Bring forth the unseen worlds,

  For before my dawn,

  I searched less the known than the unknown.

  Closing is the day of my departure,

  Like an inmate to the mortality,

  I set my eyes to the deep,

  So that my wings would be far and wide.

  Never am I more tempted,

  Than what signifies in knowledge my fulfilling soul!

  Not such way, O mortal,

  Are the confused eyes created,

  Instead,

  Like a sword,

  The eyes of the significant knowledge for one’s own soul,

  Cut through the illusions to set the spirit to be free!

  24.

  Rich stocks of knowledge,

  Sets the soil to be able to bare fruits of all kinds.

  Through so enriched garden,

  Gone are voids,

  The soil awaits,

  For the gardener to be free!

  Purified soil of the spirits own flame,

  He drinks without poisoned cups from his crops,

  To whom they are created,

  Believe me,

  You will find your own fulfillments!

  Command, O mortal,

  Your own soul to enrich the soils of imagination,

  The soils of creativity,

  My brothers and sisters of mortality,

  Let the ways of your being be of unending elevation!

  25.

  The venomous, deceiving values,

  Who looks as if innocent and righteous,

  Yet being but shackles of inhibition and suppression,

  Such is the slavery to values,

  Fear of the beast inside,

  Yet only chaining the freedom of the soul from rising;

  To condemn the child to carry any of these kind,

  What a burn mark that is to carry,

  To make a child experience his nature as a sin,

  A fountain deriving from an age long since gone,

  And not from the mature enlightenment of our time.

  26.

  Exist,

  For Love frees us all,

  And all sing of its glory.

  Slave to values,

  A grief truly joins,

  To the beautiful hymn,

  To the psalms that love speaks.

  Forgetting the forgiving forgetfulness,

  Amethyst of its seal hidden or lost,

  “Love was the name of this seal,

  I think,

  The innocence I granted,

  But where,

  That I cannot remember.”

  Annoying silence yet hears Love’s voice,

  Thereof Love Speaks him louder,

  Again he will smile,

  From the innocence returned.

  27.

  At the trembling sight of the vastness of the mind,

  The vexing infinities make themselves seen,

  As they, like the trumpets of angels,

  Make the mortal say:

  “Please, let me hear no more of this,

  My mind can’t carry eternity within!”

  From Athens to Parallel Universe,

  Unannounced fountains emerge from the silence,

  And then,

  A friendly greeting from one’s own soul springs,

  In this eternity I cannot own anything but myself!

  The moments of contemplation arrive,

  “How magnificent is this Universe,

  Who from all this can be my judge,

  What mysteries are hidden in the brilliant night sky,

  Can any heaven be as eloquent as this infinity,

  And for the first time now I see,

  My Self in a majestic reality!”

  28.

  Once in the fire cave,

  I Chronos Art fell,

  And the fierce anger towards mortality roared:

  “To exist is only to burn!”

  Obscured by my own delusions,

  In hate,

  Not in love,

  The Satan tempted me to bow.

  The strong power of righteousness blew,

  “Away, away this evil spirit go,

  Less time I have for hate than for love,

  For with my kind from my time I enjoy!”

  The sloping walls of the mountains sang,

  “Drink from my fresh spring of snow!”

  Thus being revitalized from the agonies of life,

  To endure with caring love the roar went to silence:

  “Fatigue, O this fatigue,”

  I said,

  “From this I now understand the temptations of the devil.

  From shadows it whispers,

  A temple of flesh,

  How could this be me!”

  I know it now,

  I, the mortal,

  And oppose myself I no more.

  29.

  To this death we are born,

  The lover and the cynic,

  The fish and the bird,

  White and black,

  Clinging to embrace or condemn,

  The choice of the kingdoms is set;

  Far from the past the ancient sing,

  To distance our voices shall unite for the futures to hear,

  Catching the living ideas,

  Never to return,

  But here born am I.

  30.

  The Caesar, the fool,

  How could any mortal choose to be so!

  This the humanists will no more endure,

  The unity of the right and left hand shall make this true!

  Existence,

  O my sweet Valentine,

  Precisely in this humanity has been poor,

  Not studying the values itself,

  Let the King, Humanism,

  Now be the enlightened crown jewel!

  Seers of emptiness are now those of darkness,

  Their temple now a coffin black,

  So we leave the fight like fiends,

  And of us the future shall speak,

  “Independently with critical thinking they ruled their own lives!”

  From this was our generation known as an excellent,

  A man true virtue,

  In the silence of war.

  31.

  Knowing both right and wrong,

  Will make the mortal sleep in his consequence;

  Like lucid dreaming,

  Out his nightmare;

  He cries for help no more,

  From the ancient kings of the wisdom of might!

  In the sun of a new dawn the explorers set,

  A nobleman of the present,

  Joins to the lasting hymn of the ages of the past,

  Their altars will not him rule,

  Celebrated is he from his valor,

  Beneath sun he walks in peace,

  But the altars who gave ones might,

  Are respected in the nobility,

  Uniting humanity of all ages,

  Of those to come and those that once were.

  32.

  The rhyme of peace is hard to be set,

  So many voices,

  So many ages,

  All rightfully in love with their own tone.

  To orchestrate one’s own life,

  How could anyone judge him from that,

  And where the hopes of peace reign,

  By continuing its song,

  Loudly, not silently,

  The will arrives in time.

  To walk towards it,

  I will make peace with you as I can,

  And listen to your melodies,

  Although our voices fall into disharmony,

  For whose voice can remain clear,

  If this be a day,

  No singer is thus blessed to carry the song continuously in harmony?
r />   The remembrance of this song brings with it,

  Like a stranger to his own home,

  No deception, no shame, no violence,

  Here the Voice of the Peace sings,

  I freely give room beside me,

  “Once upon a time,

  There was our song.”

  33.

  A growing proof of innocence,

  The pleasures are already tamed,

  And thus,

  Soon,

  They will have a gracious appearance as well.

  Though free and mortal,

  I, Chronos Art admit must,

  I still carry immature lusts;

  No, for my soul’s sake I live with some secret arts.

  My love,

  I have loved her and been repelled from her,

  Elevating springs have carried me,

  Pleasures undescribable have existed through me,

  Lilacs mind not my winds,

  For I live for my love,

  To give her my love!

  34.

  The onward passages,

  Astonishing sights have I there seen!

  The bounds of the past persona,

  To return to them is healthy for you,

  For onward passages need their resting place.

  The proving ground is your own ability to remain still,

  As the lifting winds blow over mountains high.

  Be this wealth for your own soul,

  Close your eyes and imagine the essence of a flying eagle.

  Such imaginative bodies fly at night,

  When the imagined before dreams comfort you,

  Tremendous palace of riches,

  Have you tried to wander inside your imagination?

  A supreme voyage awaits you,

  It soon remains,

  The boundless lands of the imaginary are yours to keep.

  35.

  If you fall to the cave of fire,

  There,

  Only a dragon can endure.

  Toward my life,

  Going away from the place of pain, terror and care,

  With purple dreams as my only comfort,

  Let my friends be the witness of the dragon I became,

  Whose thoughts are not born without the baptism of fire.

  For every wound I have taken,

  Till they heal,

  A word of fire is their protector,

  And yet,

  I fell not into the temptations of evil.

  For every wondrous moment,

  I live my life in praise,

  Oh, as the years of agony have now finally left me!

  To beg relief from nature’s fragileness,

  Oh, now I have returned to gratefulness;

  But still, so much I had to endure,

  I will never know the man I would have otherwise been,

  Thus condemned I am to live out of phase;

  But now,

  Even if a powerful storm surrounded me,

  I shall eat my breakfast relaxed,

  Surrounded by still air and the smell of beautiful flowers,

  Then, I shall rise,

  Walk inside the storm even if it be of fire,

  Yet never losing my peace.

  36.

  The towering consequences of the world united,

  Through causality, not by culture,

  All illusions created through the looking glass of ideas,

  Only the briefness of our existence,

  Masks this united in consequence unseen!

  To expand our vision I say,

  Billions upon billions of worlds,

  Similar to ours,

  Such is the kingdom of the cosmos;

  Millions upon millions of cultures,

  Similar to ours,

  Such is the kingdom of the Earth,

  In Eternity and its womb!

  What is this but a gown,

  No shame must I feel of my ways,

  Inside this great magnificence,

  Should it be forced in me?

  I stand over these infinities and see it not to be so.

  Nothing is designated,

  All life in the cosmos is united,

  Through causality and form of this atomic gown,

  And my mind in this way expanded,

  Your ways and the inherited ways of this world,

  Born not out of critical thought,

  But out of habit and unimaginative birth places,

  These rude, unaesthetic thoughts and realms,

  Shout your demands to these infinities,

  But I shall not yield,

  For I have a love for beauty and imaginative life!

  37.

  In clouds and beyond,

  Aye, there shall my head be,

  Taste acquired,

  Taste created,

  Like Michelangelo I see my selves in marble,

  To be freed from the forms given by nature,

  And thus more and more there are,

  Statues of my own design,

  In the memories of my past,

  Thus making me increasingly my own kind,

  Reflections of my soul and self transient,

  Thereby praising human nature,

  From the potential of unknown selves!

  38.

  “To kill him, to rob him, to abuse him, to treat him poorly, to war!”

  To such foolish ideas you should say,

  O mortal,

  “I have no time for this ugliness,

  Out of illusions you are born,

  Out of foolishness,

  Out of not knowing,

  The infinities,

  And the consequences of our existence,

  Though Mortal.”

  The cultural continuum,

  Like an ocean of pearls,

  Through the edges of the spheres are they all connected to one.

  Who is your master,

  Ideas created or you,

  And if you were the devil,

  What would be the tools you would use for enslavement,

  For no kingdom is founded on force!

  Look deep inside the mysteries of life,

  Unmask the devils of global suffering in your mind,

  And if you are fortunate,

  You are no longer a slave to ideas,

  Living for idea’s sake!

  The world of peace is everywhere broken,

  The danger of the slavery to ideas bound up with it.

  39.

  So much of this life is based on chance,

  O, recognizing and taking these chances,

  It is a virtue in itself!

  This I did not foresee,

  Impulsively I took it after it combusted,

  And thus through the virtue of chance,

  I fashion the best of all chances,

  So that the chances themselves serve me!

  So speaks the mastery chance,

  And the treasures of experience it grants.

  How much more would I want to see the chances that surround me,

  An angel could see all the possibilities of the moment,

  But I am mere mortal,

  Still learning the rules of the Virtue of Chance.

  40.

  Yielded will under the fierce masses of democracy,

  Greatest injustice is made when the mass forces the independent,

  For as it is written in our nature,

  Our character and personality,

  That something that is lawful for one is not for another,

  So why is this not so in democracy,

  Why does it trespass this law coded to our nature,

  Against the rights of the mortal it strikes,

  For, dare I even say this,

  What if the mass is wrong,

  Or manipulated by the agendas of politicians,

  Who are they to pass laws over my nature,

  I, who am independent and free?

  As I judge, you may not judge,
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  Yet, both we are right in our nature’s ways!