Who Remembers?
Who still remembers the Sumerians, the Etruscans or sunken Atlantis?
or …the pharaohs, pursuing their eternal dream, through undisturbed aeons of rest…
…the ominous drumming of the hooves of the Huns’ horses
galloping over the wind-swept wastelands.
And who remembers the screams of the Armenians
walled-up into their own caves.
I remember them all, though I have never seen them,
and this memory of them, will accompany me
through worlds already living and worlds longing to be born,
when I depart from this planet called Earth, and return to Sirius,
the most beautiful of planets, my dual-starred motherland.
My father awaits me there, and all the
pure-hearted representatives of the long lost worlds,
who will whisper their stories, and wonders,
and the eternal secret will stand revealed.
What leads us to further and further departures
to the icy realms of worlds being born?
The answer lies in the soul of the creative power,
since times immemorial, and is pulsing there still
at the ultimate boundary of the universe.
All of us gaze into the dual star, we who represent past worlds,
we already know the reason why! Our earthly existence is but one
of the many million lives, encompassed in eternity.
And all the souls we have loved, are the eternal flames
of the Grail goblet of the universe.
And the dual star is the essence of my earthly existence,
my two sons’ eternally beating hearts.
