Traversing the meadows from Ramath Rachel to Zur Bachr
The happiness is to walk under the rays of the sun setting at the end of the summer
As if you were walking in the meadows of Emeq Yezreel and you were about sixteen.
As if all life, yet, all your life. The loves, pains, the sweetness.
Impossible to imagine this repose of mind, the silence. The sky. The wind. The brown earth. Only God knows it.
The green shrubbery descending from the west.
Pine-trees and cypresses move in slow motion.
And you walk alone in the world in the fields the rays of the sun setting at the end of the summer.
One at the autumn of his life, crying.
The Bronze-gates of the Hildesheim-church, North Germany
The tree itself, under which took place this cosmic drama, does not amount to much:
A slim stem, forking into two branches, at the end of which both some slight foliage.
At the left appears God. His visage- of a garden-keeper, or the owner of the property. More human than human,
An older person, likely. His feet, seen through his cloak, are somewhat slim.
He points with his finger at the Man, who stands bent, smaller than God, under the tree.
What are the words of God, we know.
Adam, as far as he is concerned, points with his right, while his left covers his shame, at Eva.
Eva, smaller than Adam, stands bent at the other side of the tree, covering her shame.
She, as far as concerned, points at the snake at her feet, as a matter of fact, between her feet,
Some utterly non-descript character. Maybe a dragon, perhaps an iguana.
Nothing more than that. Perhaps a shrub or two.
A world of chaos, emptiness. As if it were a dream.
Or, on a small stage, a wondering company of actors, in a forlorn town.
Without an audience.
I sing like small bird.
Could I, if only I could, to return to the dream I dreamed this morning.
A young girl, full of strange beauty, was singing in a shroud of light. And she was my mother.
But I remember nothing, except the words: Ich sing wie die Faigele.
Ich sing wie die Faigele. Ich sing wie die Faigele: I sing like small birds.
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