Solitude is a space, and
You abide thoroughly in it.
Time is condensed in one point,
"What happened, what is happening now, what will happen" -
Is pulsing in the heart.
The thought arises three dimensionally
And moves motionlessly,
Searching for enlightenment in the silence.
Peace tames passions,
Which troubled the soul before,
And in it's pure depths
The Face of God reflects.
The destiny of the sages and the monks,
The cell of spiritual doing,
Travelling into eternity,
The achievement of the impossible.
But if repentance haunts you
And the hour of payment is approaching,
You can't arrive at peace,
Let your heart tell you
The only decision.
In the minutes of anxiety
Remember, that another
Dimension of your life exists.