Johannes Hohlenberg's Painting A splendid painting I saw long ago And the soul in it seemed to say, That the heavenly gleam in those eyes Watches over us night and day. A soft breeze carried its perfume And calm the deep sense of its songs; A memory awoke of the past, And crumbled the embodied wrongs. From it an authentic voice surged, — Like a great wave on a shoreless sea; A new world is born, it proclaimed, A world of love which is death-free. Through the ages someone toiled, To claim the flames of the sky, There was the God's sacrifice Willing the Will of the High. He lit an

PASSING MOMENTS Passing Moments Once I went to the garden And found that there were no flowers; I looked into my watch But from it had vanished all the hours. From sky to deeper sky In search of a home the birds flew; Although twinkling in night Depth of the night the stars never knew. I read many a book Yet of meaning the words were devoid; I saw in the nothing Only strange reasons of nothing employed. But then I seized the arrow Whizzing through the vacuous air; And made it a rushing flame Who could life's swiftnesses bear. With a master-key in hand,