Poem no 1 Who are you silent? Who are you ascetics? sitting in the far corner? Sitting in a meditative seat under a flowering tree O languageless, O speechless, leaving everything? Looking deeply into the blue sky Throw away as much rubbish from your mind as you can Which has covered you for ages forgetting your identity In this world of darkness In The web of illusion in the dark world What is burning today, but your flame in the heart? Today, however, is your mind in the fire bath? What can be seen, however, is the line of golden light at the end of darkness? Today, however, is the end of all your waiting? Leaving all behind and going towards in a new way? When you get up completely alone in your chariot? Today you find yourself at all doors? The sun is in the moon in space in the water on the ground? Infinite eternity removes all bonds?