Above The Everyday 



We make our way towards a new world, –
Few suspect where we are all walking!
Delusion can still arouse dreams, 
In which thousands loose themselves …
Yet the unbegotten guides do not give up as lost
Those, their feeling felt to be already ripe, –
Even if what was born from spirit for light
May wallow in sticky, dead earthly mire. 
He who is not so crazy as to shirk their help,
Will reach the goal, – though he may flee it still!